Blood in My VisionA Poem by Simon WelshSmile from the pain you hold.
Awake, 3am, the world has drained of colour
a stained, cream sheen upon a dead mask of a face Suppose I best decide how I am going to die My idols were born to be killed I want to disappear in your eyes I hate that you love me, I really do Can't sleep, eyes sting, the blood in my vision felt the cold touch of someone once kind to me Is this where I finally blind myself to my self pity? Wasting away is such a fine art found the scars upon me are crying but they never cease Somebody told me I was losing my grip they faded into the sepia like everyone else I wanted to scream, let my lungs bleed so I can try and cha- © 2013 Simon WelshFeatured Review
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