Bladed Embrace

November 28, 2009
Why do I feel this hate?
Is this to be my fate?
Clinging to the ones I loved
feeling only hatred's shove
emanating from their souls
in my heart, tearing holes.
To them I cheer and lift
But, backs turned, I feel the shift
I feel the hate
Yet I wait
To see the faces
In any of places
At any of times
To hear their voices, the wonderful chimes
Still yet I hold
My heart, cut and fold
All these tears I cry
And all I want is to die
Death is what I wish
To me, the only bliss
The air is rank with fabricated happiness
Reeking, filling my lungs with its cancerousness
Stop breathing
Stop seeing
Stop smiling
Stop falling for the bladed embrace
Or the tears will return to your face.

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Miseltoe said...
May 2, 2010 at 12:12 pm
Nice... I like morbidy when it reflects the truth. Your poem is a true depiction of a pesimism. good Job
Grahmmy replied...
Jun. 28, 2010 at 10:53 pm
Thank you very much for your generosity ^.^
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