Red Water

November 1, 2009
By , Medford, WI
I don't wish on stars, I wish on razor blades
I spout my psychotic joys
Hiding the evidence from my own private hell
I am my own victim in this game
Red water seeping threw my sleeves
Spelling out my depression
My guilty desperation for help
All of my pain from one vowel
Serving myself more pain
Sleeping is my desire
A heavenly nightmare stalking me
A heavenly death wish upon my soul
Consciousness is forgotten in these memories
Cracked harmonies shattering again
Cherries spill out of the jar
The jar screaming unheard
My restraint is totally blown
The devil gripped me from this place
Simply placed me in his pocket.
His pocket of dormancy...

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