Something I wrote down rather quickly as it came to me, just a random piece.
As the thoughts become darker, the cuts grow deeper. As the food intake decreases, the number continues to fall.
And with all, the body grows weaker.
A smile cracks upon a face, That which is becoming more sunken and pale. Dark bags of exhaustion forming Beneath eyes that are faded and dying.
A fragile mind of two parts, Seeking both a swift salvation and an absolute end to all, Burns brighter in a light of twisted satisfaction As it moves closer yet to its' ultimate demise. One of a divine holiness, A tragically beautiful eradication of the self.
This doesn't need much editing, or any at all, really, it just woks itself out and shines all on its own, this was awesome! The descriptions were real and it flowed like all of your best poems.
You never fail to amaze me, dear. The writer in me goes a bit crazy when I see a read request from you, because I never tire of your beautiful words. As always, you did a great job with this piece.
This had no need to be edited! I think you did a wonderful job
"A fragile mind of two parts,
Seeking both a swift salvation and an absolute end to all"
Beautiful!
have to wonder if some of the lines should be taken literally or metaphorically but, either way, this is a dark and provocative piece. i can't help but like it because i love anything to do with the human condition. well done!
I write out of expression. I don't know all the "rules of writing" and quite honestly don't really care. I write what I know. I write what I feel. I write beyond the eyes. I write from the heart.
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