Silence is murder when all you have is paranoia. Razors on your mind. Sweet suicide is such a crime but to make angels cry is an art of tasteless relief. Demented it may sound, for what I say is not release for the weak at heart. But how it feels to see red streams of endless life run away from your torturous screams is orgasmic, a pleasurable pain only suited for the ready and willing. I want an angel to cry for me, big black crocodile tears that stream down a porcelain face. Pale as I may seem my heart is black as coal, the only difference is when you squeeze my heart no diamonds are found, but ash crushed beneath the wheel that just keeps turning.
A contest entry
- Bury Me In Black #2 (dark poetry) by EvenStarsBreak--x.
450 points, ended April 2, 2007, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - 3 OPTIONS. INCLUDING DIRTYPRETTY, ADDICTIONS,AND CUTTING. by BeautifulDisaster9.
425 points, ended August 20, 2007, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
this is an old one can you tell?
Comments
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I like it,
But...the spacing kinda threw me off a little, it was like everything just ran together. I like the wording though.
<3BD9
Thanks for entering and Best of luck! -
"Razors on your mind. Sweet suicide is such a crime but to make angels cry is an art of tasteless relief. Demented it may sound, for what I say is not release for the weak at heart."
Was my favorite part, good job and thanks for entering my contest.
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