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Sunshine Sin

Contributed by Caz on Thursday, 5th April 2007 @ 12:17:40 AM in AEST
Topic: self-harmpoetry



Sunshine sin

What happened to the girl, which once sat there?!
Her body has gone, but her soul still lingers near.
That chair in the corner, one day was filled warmly,
But now, this very day, it stands there so coldly.

A girl that was forgotten and lost in this twisted world,
Had the hardest day of her life so far.
To that cold piece of equipment she turned for comfort,
She pressed so hard not realising, whoops, such an accident.

She looked down, mastering her art,
At last,,,, she felt her heart begin to start.
But soon she became blind to her crept she had made,
For then was it, her whole arm and floor patch was dyed crimson red.

For this mistake to happen was 50/50 chance,
But i know for sure, she didn't mean the second side to happen.
Just a little pain, that's all she wanted,
But she gets nothing; it's over rated, for she has turned so numb.

This innocent girl struggles her final breath,
Looking around for some kind of movement,
Parralized, she seems so life-less,
Hitting the floor with a fud,
Now all she can do is wait to be taken.

A bang in the corridor, bought her back to reality,
She's back on that chair, realising she was just lost in her thoughts.
The thoughts that torment her, playing her every wish,
Using it against her, OHHHH now i get the jist.

Wow that sun shines so brightly in upon her through the window,
She now feels like she's in the spotlight, where's before it'd just hinder.
It's just me against the light, Who will win?
Taking that tool, kissing it upon my skin.
Mastering my work, the light showing my sin,
What now? Did my thoughts become my reality?
Did i press too hard? Press too little? Cut in the right place?
Hmm wow my wrist is roaring blood through, will it gush??
And show me such a pretty sight?.................................................




Copyright © Caz ... [ 2007-04-05 00:17:40]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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