High With A Twist

by XxTwisteDxxMinDxX   Sep 15, 2008


The scarred scabbed and fresh lines
that streak from left to right
the shadows begin to envelope me
as darkness overturns light
Misery scorned and broken down
stumbling against my breath
every kiss that lay upon my wrist
bring forth the kiss of death
My tears that fall like razorblades
that cuts against my soul
the wrath imploding form within
deprived of all control
The portal of pains that warp my mind
the shackles that bind me down
the empty darkness that taunts my fears
the silence that hushes all sound
This anchor will never set me free
its embedded across my wrist
my broken empty adrenaline rush
my high with a twist

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments