White Wings

White Wings

A Poem by The Darkest Muse
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All thats left is to bleed it all away....

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Force feed all I like
Ram it down my throat till I choke
Swallow only to feel it die past my lips.
No matter how hard I push
No matter how hallowed my name will be screamed
I'll never be rid of it
I'll never know what this peace is you cry so much about
This gentle calming within the soul that whispers sleep and dreams
Nightmares watch me sleep
They take my thoughts to the darkest places
And leave them there to scream
Hoarse and tired,
I'm so sick of screaming
So sick of nothingness eating its way through my being
And freezing my skin and bones
Weak and beaten
I'll lay back on the floor again
And let my wounds open up and bleed the poison away
I only wish there was a place for me
A place to wash this bitter mind away
knowing so much
But knowing nothing at all
I only want to scream
Louder and louder till it echoes into space
Off of the stars and planets so that the God can hear it
And regret that he made me
Regret that he gave me breath and heartbeat
Till he cries and lets me pass on to the hell that waits me
Choking air all around
Filled with bitter words and cutting truth
My flesh peals away to show my hollow bones
Wings bloody and barren wish to escape
Wish to fly away from here forever
But feebly they only bleed
Always it will haunt me and eat my soul
This blessed curse that leaves me with my oil lamp
Climbing wooden stairs with sorrow in my heart
The light goes out
The darkness will always eat me alive
And I'll never shed mark that haunts me
All that is left is to bleed....bleed it all away.
 

© 2008 The Darkest Muse


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The Darkest Muse
The Darkest Muse

Mount Olympus, NJ



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I am what my name says. I don't write poetry about flowers, birdies or cute little babies. My poetry is raw and bleeding, under floorboards and screaming. I write what I write because its a reflection.. more..

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