I dread
The thought of a red shirt
Once white
This causes
Caution
And curiousity
Cure me or ****
I question
All this
A result
Of a swift kiss
From
A blade raised
WIth
Intent to rip
My hand gaurds
But not good enough
Rough cuts
Rust remnants
Proved to be as infectious
As
Addiction to infliction
Like
Picking sores
With ***** nails
Get well
Soon becomes a cliche
With no meaning
The reason
For bleeding
Is only to stain
Sustain the pain
Then it leaves
It's mark
Like a scar
Carved art
Like a tattoo
More like
A love wound
Worst than
Love lost
Hurts worse than
The sight of a hearse
More like
The feeling of hurt
What's worse?
Getting your heart broken
Mine was butchered
And sewn back
Poorly patched
With bent needles
Needless
To say
They were
Bathed in a bottled
Labeled with
Cross-bones
Posion
I need less to say
And I say,
"I hate you!"
I'll condense to
"Hate"
Because thats all I have
For you
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 3:30 PM UTC
I dread
The thought of a red shirt
Once white
This causes
Caution
And curiousity
Cure me or ****
I question
All this
A result
Of a swift kiss
From
A blade raised
WIth
Intent to rip
My hand gaurds
But not good enough
Rough cuts
Rust remnants
Proved to be as infectious
As
Addiction to infliction
Like
Picking sores
With ***** nails
Get well
Soon becomes a cliche
With no meaning
The reason
For bleeding
Is only to stain
Sustain the pain
Then it leaves
It's mark
Like a scar
Carved art
Like a tattoo
More like
A love wound
Worst than
Love lost
Hurts worse than
The sight of a hearse
More like
The feeling of hurt
What's worse?
Getting your heart broken
Mine was butchered
And sewn back
Poorly patched
With bent needles
Needless
To say
They were
Bathed in a bottled
Labeled with
Cross-bones
Posion
I need less to say
And I say,
"I hate you!"
I'll condense to
"Hate"
Because thats all I have
For you
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