Brooding Knife

by linkhorizon   Aug 11, 2008


My heart is upside down,
the ground seems to scowl.
In my head I'm not alive,
sun disentegrates, it's companion arrives.

I brood over the depth of my skin,
how deep my blade will kill.
Sickened by the emptiness of existence,
wrinkled bloody frowns devour excuses.

The blade stutters cynically in my ear,
vein branches circulate tides of fear.
Disconnected from the atmosphere,
permeated with echoes of lovely drear.

I can't believe I'm doing this again,
my withered eyes choked on the reasons,
for my weakness asked, "This isn't fair,
why should I give you air?"

So lame the spectrum of pretentiousness,
this addiction fractures my innocence.
The knife lay mourning on my breast,
piercing heavier than the sin in my breath.

The wine streaming down my wrist,
is the only warmth I know exists.
Liquid ruby crystallizes into cicatrix,
I wear my scars like a bracelet.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Mello193

    Very dark and awesome, i liked this one, i like a lot of poems on here, but this one is so much more than that good job!!

  • 15 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    Your choice of wording used throughout this poem was simply brilliant, the rhyming flow was perfect and you pull thge reader in with each word! Amazing job, your very talented =]

  • 15 years ago

    by The Angel of Secrets

    "I wear my scars like a bracelet."

    ^^ That was just a breathtaking end, I gotta hand it to you, you really know what you're doing.

    I loved the whole thing.

    The Angel of Secrets