April 16, 2012
from clear to bright red;
my heart fills with dread

the pain in my head
leaves me for dead

a swing and a miss
my soul for a kiss

i give what is needed
the doubt has been seeded

the scars on my throat
in the words i have wrote

tastes like dark magic
and endings so tragic

waterfall killings
red eyes are filling

night-shadowed faces
staring, heart races

dream state slowness fades
dropping your charades

words come once more
as the tears hit the floor

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alwayswithknivesandpens This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 18, 2012 at 12:22 am
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