Who holds it?A Poem by Boy of the redOff the top of my head
I feel the gun to my aching head,
The blade to my scared skin, The poisened dagger, digging into my spine. Who holds them all? Do I hold the gun? Ready to blow the world away, Whether it be a bomb to the earth, Or a small article in the paper. Does someone else hold it? Making me say or do something? Do they ask if I believe in god? Will I enjoy the sensation of fear? Or just be shocked to feel again? Who holds the blade to my skin? Is it I? I who simply wants the pain, Wants the sensation of life, To feel my life drip out of me. To find my release. Or is it them? They who I have hurt? They who I love and failed. They who...deserve to cut me open. Now who holds the dagger? Burning poison flowing into me. Flowing to my veins, Turns out I can only laugh. Because I know, You will betray me. For if I know my mind, It has betrayed me already. So, why wouldn't you? © 2013 Boy of the redAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on March 8, 2013 Last Updated on March 8, 2013 AuthorBoy of the redLittle rock, ARAboutI am me and that is all I can be. I write to stay myself and share my work. thank you for reading and I cant wait to see yours. more..Writing
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