Music plays sweet lullaby,
lonely, I languish away in darkness.
Inner turmoil - violence errupts
Flawed reflection escapes hope
No beauty left beneath this skin
Madness rages from within
Air thickens with a corrupt mist
It engulfs me within its walls
Blood emaciated now, flowing like a river
The last star falls from the sky,
I flick through pages
They all scream disgust to me
Drenched in alcohol
Starved for a chance
Willing my bones
Come forth
Show me beauty
Show me glamour
Show me acceptance
I purge myself
of who I am
Striving to be noticed
In a world so consumed
by the perfect image.
Author notes
music, languish, inner, turmoil, flawed, beauty, madness, air, corrupt, emaciated, star, alcohol, bones, glamour, purge.
A contest entry
- [Thin.As.Air] by Dead Star--x.
525 points, ended October 21, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this is very strong, I love the way you used the word bank words. this flowed very well <3
♥
Dead Star--x -
very beautiful poem. very intense. 'starved for a chance'
sad yet beautiful. you got the point across strongly. great write! good luck in the contest!
~Madison~
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No beauty left beneath this skin
Madness rages from within
good luck in the contest and take care,
vanna
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