In a world of imperfection I have tried to be perfect but nothing seems to be worth it. I thought it would be easy but now I believe there is no easy way out, so i wanna ink out my soul, let out my tears to quench the thirst of the ocean.
I write this words with the blood flowing from my veins, the needle is stuck within and my jugular is past its breaking point.
My mind wanders off as I am slowly detached from reality, my tots are trapped in jars of desolation. I wish to find my way back but every stride I take opens up the doors to my insanity.
Such great agony I have come to know, one much worse than misery
I have got nails living in my spine, and I can hear them echo,
Every breathe I inhale is bitter and I pray that my last breathe blows away the wind
My ribs are tensile and cold as steel with knees set on sore concrete
I try to cry aloud but my tongue has been seared.
I ask to know no more of this, as the blade brings estacy to my wrist
I watch my pain slip beautifully to converge in a crimson pool, my eyes flutter into endless darkness and I try to feel, but I feel nothing, not this pain,not even the sound of trees.
But who would heed my call? or do i wait till never comes, because forever seems 2 far
I weave this agony meticulously to form a cold cloak that sits proudly on my shoulder. I know am strong so I would cut myself once again for I have come to realize that true grief comes with silence
I would just bleed silently till someone finds me, till I see the fire flies at the end of the tunnel.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
In a world of imperfection I have tried to be perfect but nothing seems to be worth it. I thought it would be easy but now I believe there is no easy way out, so i wanna ink out my soul, let out my tears to quench the thirst of the ocean.
I write this words with the blood flowing from my veins, the needle is stuck within and my jugular is past its breaking point.
My mind wanders off as I am slowly detached from reality, my tots are trapped in jars of desolation. I wish to find my way back but every stride I take opens up the doors to my insanity.
Such great agony I have come to know, one much worse than misery
I have got nails living in my spine, and I can hear them echo,
Every breathe I inhale is bitter and I pray that my last breathe blows away the wind
My ribs are tensile and cold as steel with knees set on sore concrete
I try to cry aloud but my tongue has been seared.
I ask to know no more of this, as the blade brings estacy to my wrist
I watch my pain slip beautifully to converge in a crimson pool, my eyes flutter into endless darkness and I try to feel, but I feel nothing, not this pain,not even the sound of trees.
But who would heed my call? or do i wait till never comes, because forever seems 2 far
I weave this agony meticulously to form a cold cloak that sits proudly on my shoulder. I know am strong so I would cut myself once again for I have come to realize that true grief comes with silence
I would just bleed silently till someone finds me, till I see the fire flies at the end of the tunnel.
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