Word Knife

by Zachary   Jun 1, 2011


No method
to my
madness ensueing
anger consuming
loneliness surrounding
wanting death
crimson words
on my breath
in your hate
blood lets blood
flow
its own path
needing nothing
in its way
you come
to stop
time to end
this joke
of a
life ebbing
away from you
I am going
to end this
with the knife
of your words
you end me

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  • 11 years ago

    by Silent Girl

    I feel i have been cut like a knife :(

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