Silver cuts through every inch
The blade runs deep to seek revenge
Fist tight around the drained syringe
Escapes every ache of confidence
His blood's too thick to see the day
He just wants it to go away
Agony's easily portrayed
And pain is tragically abrade
Oppressive hands catch every tear
Insouciance has bloomed it's fear
His final breath is creeping near
At least he made it through the year
Sometimes I think I must be wrong
But then I know you're really gone
I wish you could've just held on
Heart concealed, the pain too strong.
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Written November 1st, 2004
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Hey Aleia! I really like this poem. It's very wordy. Haha. It has a good meaning to it too. I like it alot. Keep up the great work!
<3 Kylie
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