Late one night
One drink too many
One turn too fast
Kissing a tree
Lights flashing
Sirens echoing through the streets
Laying motionless
Blood covered and fading
A race against time
Bag after bag
Refilling my body of blood
Piece by piece
Glass is pulled from my flesh
Stitch after stitch
Sealing my wounds
Awaking with a name yet without a face
Looking in the mirror with blurred vision
Scarred beyond personal identity
A body battered and bruised
Living on to tell of it's torturous hell
Healing slowly
Piece by piece
A lil plastic
Some metal screws
And many skin graphs
Now out with the old
And in with the new
Looking in the mirror
Blurred vision clearing
Seeing a whole me
Ready to face the world
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Written June 8th, 2005
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I hope that this is just a poem, and it isn't art imitating life ...This was amazingly written, and a very hard subject to tackle but you did it with style as always.
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this is amazingly written... a hard subject, but i dotn know..the imagery is really really good. i liked it a whole bunch. amazing.
aish
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