onyx cloudA Poem by Moebiaonyx clouds...I find myself in the same onyx cloud every day Such a spontaneous way to live one day safe, the next I'm fighting against myself to live Now incapable of love, thanks to my own solemn defense I am but cold, empty metal my functions once were as were my feelings Every day I'm in this onyx cloud it sucks me dry of humanity, it spreads the curtains of my pain, reminds me of what you have done to me Yes, it hurts to think about it. But I don't feel bad anymore, I hate you that's all I know how to do It's my last fight against you No, you can't make my knees turn to water anymore I've grown much stronger than that I learned with people like you, you've got to catch them by the throat and slit it well because the moment words start to flow you may as well be dead so here I sit on this onyx cloud, wiping the tip of my knife
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1 Review Added on February 11, 2015 Last Updated on February 11, 2015 AuthorMoebiaSomebody's Nosy, TXAboutI am no writer of the sort. These are my musings, my arts, my flutters of thought. Call them what you may--but a poet is not anything that I am. I have been immersed in my violin for nearly a deca.. more..Writing
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