Bleeding through

Some people can make it in this World.

Even when their World is twisted upside down and overthrown.

But that path wasn't for me,

The only way for me was to let it bleed.

Let it bleed out,

Onto the streets of the painful memories.

Block out the past of my redemption, If only for my behalf.

This loneliness it overpowers me,

Until, I am suppressed by this misery.

Let this misery block out the next blow,

before I sink into this all-time low.

The shadow of the valley of death,

It seems to kill me, taking away my longing breath.

You took away my longing breath.

Just cut me deep, like a fragile rose.

Lock my wondering soul inside your fiery tower.

You can't find the incisions on my body, Look around you can't see,

For the life I was given will not be set free.

Be set free into the darkness of life.

I am bound by chains and held by the throat,

By the beast himself, the one I had invoked.

The thorns surround me and all is black.

I lack the fact that I never looked back.

Looking back was suicide,

For everything I’ve done has gone wrong.

Every beating I've taken, refused to make me strong.

Now, I Search for something to fill the emptiness inside.

My empty soulless body wants to be whole.

It wants to feel and live again.

The wounds on my hands open up and fill with life.

The blood drips down leading into the light.

The light turns to dark,

and the mysterious questions fill my head.

Do I just sit here and let the pain bleed?

Or do I let another helpless soul for it to feed?

I am left scrambling,

reaching for something.

That was never there in the first place.

Invisible with secrecy,

All's I'm left with, is this rose and it's broken vase`

Shards of glass,

A rusted soul.

Pain and fractures of hate have taken their toll.

I am run down and leaving fast,

Don't wait up the time has passed.

The shaken cuts on my wrists, 

are first on my list.

Of stolen wounds from my memories past.

I am oblivious to promises,

for they never last.

Broken regrets and a fake smile

That's the path I choose

When my soul finally breaks free

I'll just sit there on memory lane

Letting it bleed on through...

Reviews

[B-poet]

Very profound and with vivid imagery of someone who's suffered a lot from trials and tribulations in life with nothing to show for it but mental and emotional scars. The only way for them to suppress this pain is to feel the flow of blood come from a vein due to a fresh cut on the wrist meant to stop the suffrage once and for all. Great work. You've conveyed this inner pain in a unique artistic way. :)

[Jen Ro]

Thanks you so much, you pinned the nail on the head with this review.