knives slicing up my arms, while knees buckle under pressure
i fall to the floor, can't fight anymore
blood is the only things that's real
pain is truth
blood is real
nothing else is solid
nothing else stays
all is momentary
remembered for a while, then fading into more days
evaporating away
only blood and pain are permanent
only they remain.
Author notes
written a long time ago, let me know what you think please, thank you.
Written October 27th, 2003
A contest entry
- Return my Muse by Hersheys Kisses.
700 points, ended December 20, 2007, 28 entries
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wicked
Wicked sweet poem! It totally makes me think the person only know one real thing, blood and pain. For the person its like coffee to normal people, it wakes ya up and put your nerves on end. I love this poem Keep it up. -
i can sum up my comment with one word
but then i wouldn't be able to fully express
what i got from this poem... here's the word:
WOW.
i have never read a poem
written in this style
that was as brilliant as this
BRILLIANT!!!
very good indeed, i really enjoyed it
i hope to read more from you
--doom
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very deep very very painful at that but its a great piece
i would love to see more but im squimish and i get ill at
the thought of blood and slicing dont get me wrong though
its a perfect piece you get your point across for the
feelings.
much love
morbid -
great write
Wow, this is very painful, and also very good. I love it. And I hope to see more.
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