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Through a red stained window I watched a friend lose their head And coupled with regret I was filled with a hope That maybe the blade would fail to descend on the neck of the soul in turmoil and end the berating. The scent of fear finally fading A sense of complacency Come to a place that half matches decency But it's deceit. The blade calls and falls Claws and hungers Hands unbound, hold yourself still Commence the sentence given in a voice of the same pitch and tone of the one coming from your throat A traitor to your own A blade buried home A mind on the run Forever doomed to roam
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
Self destruct
Through a red stained window I watched a friend lose their head And coupled with regret I was filled with a hope That maybe the blade would fail to descend on the neck of the soul in turmoil and end the berating. The scent of fear finally fading A sense of complacency Come to a place that half matches decency But it's deceit. The blade calls and falls Claws and hungers Hands unbound, hold yourself still Commence the sentence given in a voice of the same pitch and tone of the one coming from your throat A traitor to your own A blade buried home A mind on the run Forever doomed to roam
Part if me feels as if it is unfinished but the other part feels that is how it was meant to be.
#self#destructive#short#poem#friends#lost#regret#please#love#yourself
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
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