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Chilled Out
Contributed by
BlackandBlue
on
Sunday, 31st January 2010 @ 03:31:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The chilled blade presses
Into my skin,
And little beads of blood
Form at the site of contact
As my wrist decays and suffers
In this time of such agony.
I lick the bloody mess away
Like a mother and her
Kitten.
I close my eyes in contentment
As the freezing hands
Of death choke my heart away.
I exhale and see my breath simmer
In the air.
Cold.
It is very cold here.
Yet, my life is a mess of burning hell.
Thriving in my mind is
A colony of depression
And nonchalance in the matter of death.
Under the mighty grave and
Roses in my arms,
I may find my peace.
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BlackandBlue
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2010-01-31 15:31:11]
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Re: Chilled Out
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 31st January 2010 @ 03:36:49 PM AEST
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| I can totally relate unfortunately I can't give you any advice that won't make me sound like a hypocrite so I'll just say Great poem and I hope you find some happiness |
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