I'm lost within
I'm freaking out
And I don't know what to do
There's a hole in my chest where my heart should be
My soul is dry and torn
Death took my hand,
He proposed to me
And do you know what I said?
Well a ring of thorns runs round my finger,
And there's one around my neck
My dress is stained with blood.
What's the point of living this life
When a bullet's shot right through my soul
And a chain ties me to Hell
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Written February 21st, 2006
Edited November 25th, 2007
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This poem is very deep and has a very emotional edge to it in fact. You have used a good metaphor here actually. Well done!
Hope things are a little bit better for you now!
Leander -
Thank you for your comment, I'm glad you liked the piece. This is something I have been struggling with for maybe a year, but I've never really payed attention to it. I tried to mask it. But i couldn't sleep last night so i wrote down everything in my head, and this is what came out. This and "The Gun Is In Conrtol." Thank you for the offer to help, i just might take you up on that.
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i really, really love your poem. i can identify with it. its so dark. i like the way you connect words and the words you use. i hope you'll feel better soon. maybe i can help you? try mops_amspiess@yahoo.de
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