Gone
Slitting my wrists
I further bleed out pain
Killing what was rightfully mine
I sit sucked out of life
Drowning neck up in guilt
Like tarring the wings off a butterfly
The gash in my heart pulsates
Yet the drum line in my chest
Is a constant reminder
Of the unicorn I slaughter
Thought fate has a plan of its own
I choose the road I’m on
And with each breathe I take
I’m one moment further from you
Left standing
With just red ink in my veins
07-01-2009
SILKYTWEED commented on Gone
06-24-2009
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| In my head | 2 | 12/27/2009 |
| Cursed | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| My Blissful Blasphmey | 2 | 11/04/2009 |
| They | 3 | 09/17/2009 |
| wishing | 0 | 09/17/2009 |
| Sick | 4 | 09/13/2009 |
| I never wanted | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| good enough | 1 | 09/12/2009 |
| to my bro | 1 | 08/25/2009 |
| Wolf | 2 | 08/25/2009 |
| Amazing | 1 | 08/25/2009 |
| Time ( the end) | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| Need | 0 | 07/19/2009 |
| Deteriorating | 1 | 08/18/2009 |
| Gone | 2 | 06/26/2009 |
| 4 months | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
| one month | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| Head aches | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| My slice of heaven | 2 | 06/17/2009 |
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