The heat of your hate crystilized my heart,
Immaculate innocence turned embers, causes my soul to fray.
I disintegrate to ash, and have been set to the wind,
As my conterfiet smile begins to fade.
Lay me to rest with-in the elements,
Murder my purity and rip away the trust.
Try to veil and mask the pain,
Still these saphire veins tear beneath the rust.
A darkened memory, laced in broken flesh,
I fall away from reality.
So many voices billowing through my head,
I try to hold on but give in to my insanity.
The truth of my disgrace,
Reflects with-in the glass.
I'm a perfect imperfection,
Like porcelain lined in cracks,
Clouded diamonds slice the shell,
I get lost with-in the crimson.
I stumble and fall into filth,
Becomeing so beautifully wrapped in my razorblade addiction.
I'm a product of your perversion,
But am burdened by the blame.
Defiled by your hand, contaminated by your love,
I find peace with-in the silver and rip away the shame.



Signed, Paul =}








this poem was absolutely beautiful one of your best yet..i really enjoyed reading this poem and can really relate to what you are saying and feeling in this write i love ya dont forget that and keep writting your so talented!



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