To Feel Stuff

A strange, unorthodox work of mine.

Piano key smile
out of tune laugh
A cackle, a joke
A feud within.

The appearance with out
starving for attention
Yearning for truth
Striving after love.

Virtue gone.
Filled with nothingness
Like a phoenix not
Rebourne to breathe.

Everything becomes
A striving after
The hot east wind
And a vanity.

Self righteous
Sadistic demented
Sick crazy
F*****g b***h.

Can't find her way
Lost to herself
Lost to everyone
No map to guide her.

Dark deserted cave
Once full of silver
Full of crystal
Full of beauty.

Now lays abandoned,
Violated, raped.
And pillaged for
Selfish gain.

That emptiness has
Left her insane.
Isolated from warmth
And from gentle light.

She has become a
Strange creature
Of darkness
Fitting in No Where.

Coldness and ice
Seemingly runs
Through her
Strong veins

Making her tough
And her heart
Difficult to find
Even harder to thaw.

One thing brings happiness
Blood. Her blood. red.
Coursing through her veins
Telling her she lives.

She only feels if
The blood flows.
Nothing else matters
Only the sensation of life.

N. Strong

Reviews

[The Elder]

Again, I'm sorry you feel these things.
Another great piece, well written and expressive.
Powerful emotions that seem to erupt from
the depths of your soul.
You have friends and we're here for you.

[O!]

I read this as follows: here u have gotten into the mind of a cutter and paint a vivid picture of images that flash by so fast, from thought to thought but all in Pain.....and then its the Pain of cutting which cures the other....

quite intense.

x,
O!

[An Ordinary Woman]

A very poignant write, it fascinates me. I see it maybe it could hold more than one meaning but the way it mainly comes across to me is a longing for and a deep sadness coming within. It's a beautiful, really it is.

:+)