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Young lives are being slaughtered by knives
law and order seems to have no power
to contain the gangs creating such strife
brutality grows not by weeks but the hour
these crimes getting rapidly out of control
with no logic to the mounting toll!

The gangs culture has been allowed to expand
cities towns and villages none are immune
in the present climate they are in command
too often on the roadside flowers are strewn
lawlessness spreads as people are oppressed
helpless we stand as a society transgressed!

A bleak future violence escalates and discipline
is now lost allowing worrying complacency in
surely it extends far deeper into our culture
where nobody can see that hovering vulture!

Now nobody is safe from the threat of violence
as corruption destroys human tolerance!


#TheFoureyedPoet.
violence seems out of control peace and understanding forgotten!#TheFoureyedPoet.
People killing
People dying
We ask were is the Love
It makes no sense at all.
What a (((World)))  we live in
No-one values life.
What are humans all about.
WHY HAVE  WE  SUNK
THIS *LOW
Oh that bitter sweet mix of remorse and aspirations
Bring happiness beyond my wildest imaginations,
But thus I sink the dagger deeper into my chest
For I can't be forgiven... unless

Unless I welcome the dirk to use my carmine ink
I invite, no demand
That I carve myself
By MY hand.
So the world knows
The monster that I am.

But I cower behind my sleeves and laughter
So THEY don't know the disaster
Of what I fancy. What I'm after


That I long for the blade.
That I yearn for the pain.

But they still talk of hope
What an absolute joke
That "every cloud
has a silver lining."
Tell that
To my blood stained razor blades
leave my wrists crying.
Trigger warning. I write bad things.
Steve Page Mar 14
Don't be quick
to stop and search.
Do slow and speak.
Do stop at the curb.
Do sit.
Do commit to shape
a future city nation
where more space is given
to a wider conversation
with a newer translation
that's truer in comparison
than any black and blue
blunt force confrontation.
Stop.
Listening to ill-conceived political solutions to social problems.
Alec Feb 6
I hear your heart scream in pain,
I hear your heart's Silent Scream,
A pain that only love and knives can fix,
Don't you just love that feeling,



As they tell you to cut, hate, and Bleed,
As they say, they will help you,
As they say, they love you,
As they speak all but the truth,
As you beg for there love they promised you,



Just a tip,
They don't love you,
They will never help you,
They will never speak the truth,
They call you weak as you cry,
You're not weak you are human,



They don't hear your Silent Scream,
Your Silent Scream for help,
Your Silent Scream of pain,
But I hear your Silent Scream for help,
Of pain,


I see the Storm in your eyes,
I hear the Silence in your voice'
I feel the Heaviness in your heart,
I care for you,
I will help you,
I love you My Dove.
My love for my dove. pt1
Jack Nov 2018
The sun sets on a beautiful day
The lights shown dimmer
The day draws nearer

It’s a dark night
Something to behold
The star don’t shine
The lights are gone
My heart as empty as the sky
The only thought

Kitchens are weird
We cook and clean
All so we can do what
Learn to live
Why would you do that

I love this sound
The scrapping of metal
Drawing out an edge

My room
Almost as dark as my soul
The sharper the knife
The darker the blood

I’ve wasted away
Far to long
I hold it close
Right to my chest

It hurts at first
Then it feels good
I realize my life has no meaning
So a swift stab
Then I keep repeating
It doesn’t hurt it just feels damp
The floor
My clothes

My soul

All are red

Now
I’m
Dead
Sorry for all those that have depression if you want to talk to someone message me
Seanathon Sep 2018
The slowest pain
  In the back to explain
    Is when someone you've known
      All along from the start
        Pulls out the knife
      Slowly inching by inch
    Almost surgically
  Barely missing your original heart
An old write about an old misunderstanding. It's sad really. But I did my part.
Wyatt Aug 2018
Your lies
feel more sincere
than their truths.
Your knives
give more comfort
than their hugs.
Your sight
gives me shivers
I cannot shake.
Your eyes
take me higher
than any drug may.

You hurt me well.
If your mouth spewed lies,
They could slit my skin like knives
Sharper than
You could imagine.
They would be
Unstoppable,
Unbreakable,
Unpredictable.
Before that could ever happen,
I surrendered
Taking my own knife,
And hurting myself
Before you ever could
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