Poetry written in blood
Sparkling blood
Leaning against the wall
Writing poetry
Into the last tumbling fall
Do you miss me a lot?
Knife of suicide
Do you still kiss my scars?
In the black you hide
Words of death
Graving tears in horrible freeze
Hands of killing marks
Taking the life of a hopeless breeze
Do you feel the aching?
Of a breath I feed
Do you hear the pairs?
To the death I need
Run away seems so easy
With the blood dripping of my heart
Lying confusion inside my broken body
My own torturing is a heavenly start
Deep In The Moonless Night
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *zwarte schaduw*: | Maandag, april 26, 2004 22:27 |
| whow, knap geschreven!! en ja, weglopen is makkelijk maar niet altijd even goed. XXX |
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| The unreachable: | Maandag, april 26, 2004 22:20 |
| Running away isn't the answer..Face your problems but pls keep writing these amazing poems, because I really love them :) | |
| ~Reality~: | Maandag, april 26, 2004 20:48 |
| Like it more =D Time won't heal this damage anymore?? Time maybe not. But you can heal your wounds instead op opening them... BloodyKisses for a nice person =) |
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| 13 candles: | Maandag, april 26, 2004 18:44 |
| I love it, do I need to say more?? XXX. |
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| Auteur: FrozenScar | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Carama | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 april 2004 | ||
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