Your my papercut sweet lover.A Poem by Bleeding Ink AnthologyBad time. Emotional memories.
Cut me deep and be my lacerations, split my skin with razor blades like I meant nothing Peel back my skin with the things you said but don’t mean Hate me with the words you spit past your candy covered crimson lips Dirty black blood pours from my skin; the visions in my mind Everything I gave you well now the hellos are goodbyes I can’t bear to feel the false impressions sinking into my thoughts The nights we spent the times after times we talked So now I say through clenched teeth and blood covered lips; My feet in the dirt and this is who I am The soulless formation of the girl I used to be The mud on my face dried tears and blood stains, The way you left me now I’m here to be found, A fallen down angel knees indenting the ground. So cut me deep and be my lacerations, with soft poisonous spells you twisted and turned, The words spilled into my mind as they rolled of your tongue like a story unfurls, So now I sit here consumed by your lies, splitting my head open and spilling what’s left of me, What’s left deep inside, and I’m screaming my lungs out to escape these dreams, So now I’m on my knees in the dirt trying to fight, and I’m screaming to you, may the darkness consume your black heart and trap the ruptured light within, So now I say through clenched teeth and blood covered lips; My feet in the dirt and this is who I am The soulless formation of the girl I used to be The mud on my face dried tears and blood stains, The way you left me now I’m here to be found, A fallen down angel knees indenting the ground. So cut me deep and be my lacerations, be the empty part of my past I hate, Be the person you once swore you hated but have become of late, And I’m watching you live your life in a web spun of lies And I sit back and watch you receive everything you deserve, And now you blame me for the s**t you bring on yourself, Sickening to the thought that this you have become, Blaming all but yourself, the stupid idiot childish disgrace, So now I say through clenched teeth and blood covered lips; My feet in the dirt and this is who I am The soulless formation of the girl I used to be The mud on my face dried tears and blood stains, The way you left me now I’m here to be found, A fallen down angel knees indenting the ground. So cut me deep and be my lacerations, because I have spilled my last black ink blotted word, The dark tears streaming my face, in the literal sense of course, are suddenly stopping to flow, I have took all my strength and all my energy to fight, To push past your defences and stick around night after night, But your lies ware me thin and your sickening traits burn me deep, I can’t help but find what we once had, annoying every orifice I breath, So I guess this isn’t goodbye, this is me turning my back to leave, So now I say through clenched teeth and blood covered lips; My feet in the dirt and this is who I am The soulless formation of the girl I used to be The mud on my face dried tears and blood stains, The way you left me now I’m here to be found, A fallen down angel knees indenting the ground. So cut me deep and be my lacerations, Because I’m sick of this fight we continue on, I did nothing wrong but find out the truth, And in doing so your masks were removed, So now I’m saying my final hate filled word, As the anger boils up inside, I have tried and tried to be there for you, And you have fucked around and ran off to hide, So deal with your own s**t, I’m done this is it, my final raged filled words I spit, Directly from the raged beasts clenched teeth and blood covered lips. My feet in the dirt and this is who I am The soulless formation of the girl I used to be The mud on my face dried tears and blood stains, The way you left me now I’m here to be found, A fallen down angel knees indenting the ground. Indenting the ground. Blood covered lips. An angel, but you killed me. © 2008 Bleeding Ink AnthologyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 26, 2008 AuthorBleeding Ink AnthologyCheshire, United KingdomAboutI am an inventor, a creator. I wear low riders, baggy boy pants and tug my pants cause Im so boy. I jump in lakes when Im pissed (drunk). And talk about the future and the un.. more..Writing
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