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Taken
Luci
Before you go take me with you
I tire of this world to much nonsense...
You must pass before you go.
And I have several times! Just take me!
Your not ready...
My mind starts turning quick
Intertwined the thought of sick
I'm on a ledge
On a Razors edge
Turned quick for blood
That I have shed
Remembering gashes
Inside my head
Returning slashes
On my wrist
That make me feel
somewhat like shit
Is this pain I feel
Or is this ecstasy
A severed vein
Blood never so tasty
Lick lick lick my wounds
Stick stick stick my skin
I was smoking off a ball
Lifeless Staring at the wall
Didn't realize
My lies were true at all
I was playing my Nintendo
While Staring out the window
Hearing all they wind blow
I was staring at the floor
Looking out the door
Another shutter cries
To see to my surprise
Soon to find my own demise
I was wondering about this feeling
While staring at the ceiling
Blood running fresh
Threw rotting flesh
Of a corpse once dead
Now Returning to my head
I realize I'm dead
The only thing I dread
Is bleeding half to death
Why isn't this the end
Why can't we just pretend
Just give it all away
I don't really want to stay
And to god
I will not prey
My sin is suicide
This is my own demise
This feeling
I can't describe
I just want to die
Just let me go
IHate:BlackEye
Before you go take me with you
I tire of this world to much nonsense...
You must pass before you go.
And I have several times! Just take me!
Your not ready...
My mind starts turning quick
Intertwined the thought of sick
I'm on a ledge
On a Razors edge
Turned quick for blood
That I have shed
Remembering gashes
Inside my head
Returning slashes
On my wrist
That make me feel
somewhat like shit
Is this pain I feel
Or is this ecstasy
A severed vein
Blood never so tasty
Lick lick lick my wounds
Stick stick stick my skin
I was smoking off a ball
Lifeless Staring at the wall
Didn't realize
My lies were true at all
I was playing my Nintendo
While Staring out the window
Hearing all they wind blow
I was staring at the floor
Looking out the door
Another shutter cries
To see to my surprise
Soon to find my own demise
I was wondering about this feeling
While staring at the ceiling
Blood running fresh
Threw rotting flesh
Of a corpse once dead
Now Returning to my head
I realize I'm dead
The only thing I dread
Is bleeding half to death
Why isn't this the end
Why can't we just pretend
Just give it all away
I don't really want to stay
And to god
I will not prey
My sin is suicide
This is my own demise
This feeling
I can't describe
I just want to die
Just let me go
IHate:BlackEye
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