She exists
on a border between sanity and hell,
Beauty ethereal
untouched by lingering twisted demons
invading serenity
She sits
on razor blade edges of butterfly wings,
Pleasure and pain,
Tortured thoughts shattering crystal dreams
to glass
Solitary tear
slicing ice over pale porcelain flesh,
Marred fragility,
A single tear to stop the screams
soul drowning
He exists
in numb moments and meaningless chill,
So cold
Burying thoughts of her in day to day living
never succeeding
He believes
in living on razorblades and self pain inflictions,
His choice,
The easy way out is never really that simple,
Wrong decisions
They sit
apart in different tortured worlds of longing,
Iron wills,
Two taunted souls always yearning for unity,
Alone
A contest entry
- the weeping willow by adsaige.
350 points, ended February 17, 2008, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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your words are so powerful to me! i myself cut so to read your poem was just an amazing thing for me! i wish you the best of luck in the contest!
NineTailedFox -
Man cutting to some is life because they feel by seeing their own blood they can feel through the numbness.Wonderful write your words flow smoothly.
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