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Unnoticed

Baby, when I picked up that knife
And danced with the devil tonight,
Bleeding in the gums from sadistic delight
Gripping my insanity with all my might.
I tried to hold on, didn’t want to let go,
Loved to sit and watch this show,
As I paraded around this circle of pain
No corners to hide in my disdain,
Laughing from the recesses of my tainted fame
Eyes rolling in guilty shame
I watched on.

Long gone.
From sanity’s hold
The icy needle feels painfully cold,
Tasting the sweet death on my lips,
The blood red skin bitter-sweet to kiss
Paranoid flesh jumping at a sound
As I clenched my jaw around
A greying soul sinking too low,
Ripped at the frail shell, as it fell
I lost control. Did it show?
Screamed in the mirror, broke the glass
Cackled at the horror in the shards,
Wanted to laugh in your god damn face
As I howled in disgrace
Tearing at the flesh that burned my soul
But you’d long lost your hold,
Too far away, worlds apart
So to Lucifer I gave my heart.
It was black, small, he wanted it all
Gobbled it up, then a disgusting hiss
Leaning in for one last sickening kiss
And I, resigned to what I was…

Wept at your memory in a brief twist
Drew my small hand into a fist,
Why aren’t you here, to save me, dear?
Can you even understand?
The hollowness of this barren land
That has become me.
I’ve lost all hope; it died within, now with his manic grin,
The last tear froze on my cheek; I gave my last guttural shriek;
Whilst you assumed I was peacefully asleep.

Author notes

Please when you read pay particular attention to where i have put comma's and other punctuation, because i have paid attention to where they should go. It is obviously metaphorical but also how dense some partners can be!

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  • Stolen memories
    December 1
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    I'm gonna come back and leave a comment. Later. I'm at school. SO I cant know. But great!


  • crivanea silver member
    November 29
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    a bit disturbing..

  • oh this is indeed nicely done! I like the flow of this poem! my favorite part had to be " Screamed in the mirror, broke the glass/ Cackled at the horror in the shards " you have such beautiful description and a truly unique style. Good luck in the contest poet.