Lost-In-Lust• Show poetry

Hello, i am just someone here to express how i feel in a way, i don't usually do. I would love feed back in anything don't be afraid to say you don't like something but plz do it in a nice way.

I hope to get better and i enjoy reading deep poems with great meaning and imagery.

This is a deep poem in the beginning of I'm a Fake-The Used

Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment

What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks


Would you be my little cut?......
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Would you be my thousand fucks?.....
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And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything......





.......Especially a fucking knife





It really means alot to me and its absolutly beautiful and sounds better when he says it because he brings a certain energy and emotion to it.