Stars falling down all around
In beautiful arcs of deadly sins
As time shatters this pure tranquility
And brings forth a demon no one can conquer
Breath slowly with me
I know it's torturous
To feel there hands sliding down our pale faces
As they pull thin bandages over our ears
Breath slow my dear, just hold on
They will take their time
We don't have much left now
Most has been destroyed by this blinding
Pain that they inflict every day and night
Quiet my friend, just bite your tongue
I know they are sealing our way to speak
I can feel it too you know
Waking up every morning
In a different place, a different person
Who claimed our souls for some small amount
But we're lying here now
Away from those abusive hands
Someone comes and talks to us every day
My beautiful friend my story is one I hold dear
I know they made you supposedly pretty
They made your lashes ever so big
And I know you hated it my dear
I held you close and felt you shudder
But be quiet now my dear
They're here to help us
They wrap us in bandages ever day
Is this all a fantasy
I don't know anymore
Look out the bars
At the empty courtyard and flowerless trees
Maybe they're here to help us
But this isn't what I wanted
I just wanted to lie down forever
As you can see, my dear
By the thick scars across my wrists
In beautiful arcs of deadly sins
As time shatters this pure tranquility
And brings forth a demon no one can conquer
Breath slowly with me
I know it's torturous
To feel there hands sliding down our pale faces
As they pull thin bandages over our ears
Breath slow my dear, just hold on
They will take their time
We don't have much left now
Most has been destroyed by this blinding
Pain that they inflict every day and night
Quiet my friend, just bite your tongue
I know they are sealing our way to speak
I can feel it too you know
Waking up every morning
In a different place, a different person
Who claimed our souls for some small amount
But we're lying here now
Away from those abusive hands
Someone comes and talks to us every day
My beautiful friend my story is one I hold dear
I know they made you supposedly pretty
They made your lashes ever so big
And I know you hated it my dear
I held you close and felt you shudder
But be quiet now my dear
They're here to help us
They wrap us in bandages ever day
Is this all a fantasy
I don't know anymore
Look out the bars
At the empty courtyard and flowerless trees
Maybe they're here to help us
But this isn't what I wanted
I just wanted to lie down forever
As you can see, my dear
By the thick scars across my wrists
Author notes
i have got absolutely no idea where this came from
this isn't related to me obviously
i don't know what the hell it is, they may be prostitutes, could be abused children i don't know
i guess I wanted to sort of portray it as they're nin hospital recovering from their trauma but ended up in a mental place without knowing it i guess. i have no idea i'm really lost about this :S
A contest entry
- Let Your Imagination Run Free #21 (picture inspired) by Aussie Gypsy.
450 points, ended September 2, 2007, 9 entries
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Comments
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My favourite type of poem, when someone has no idea where it came from lol that is how I write also.,. well done on a great tragic story
I wish you the very best of luck for this contest, thanks for entering
Karen

