Papercut my brain..

You've got me as a voodoo doll 

You pierce me with a pin 

Ever so often 

You know

Where it hurts the most 

You go for it again and again 

Without a thought 

I don't bleed 

'Cos the wounds are internal 

The wounds are raw 

You never give it a chance to heal 

You pin me before I could feel 

The pain is the outcome by default 

Sometimes I feel 

You run through my heart 

With a sharp dagger 

And

Paper cut my brain 

So that I am left to think and feel 

In utter disorder..

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i can see the muse sitting there with the voodoo doll, poking us with pins of inspiration until we get the pen moving.

[PP]

You are damn intelligent and creative Jacob...thank you :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your poems send me into a place of pondering.

[PP]

All I do is transfer a state of mind Jacob and I am much happy that you feel that way about my poems :)

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Very creative and dynamic :) love the words and the dark tone injected in this piece. Very remarkbale write. Thanks for the share.

[PP]

Thank you Marc, much appreciate your review :)

[Talal Hussain]

Thats such an intense composition Prathama...loved it :-)

[PP]

Thank you Talal, much appreciated :)