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Silver Weapon

May 13, 2008
By .Santana. BRONZE, Payette, Idaho
.Santana. BRONZE, Payette, Idaho
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Walking into that cold familiar room,
Greeted by the faces on my wall,
Turn on the radio,
"Silent Eyes",
My song of pain,
I grab you,
My silver weapon,
A tear slides down my chin,
I'm ahamed,
Pull up my sleeve,
Revealing little marks,
'Bad days',
Horrible memories,
I slide you across my wrist,
That familiar feeling,
I watch the crimson liquid,
"This is the last time",
I mumble,
Though i know thass a lie,
I clean up the mess,
Hoping tommorrow might be better,
You are my addiction,
I don't stop,
Your all i have,
You'll never leave,
You'll just slice,
Cut away my pain,
Relieve me of my life,
"Please just take me away!",
I plead in a whisper,
I wish you'd go deeper,
Too deep,
Set me free,
For now i just wait,
For what i hope will be my lucky day,
Were you'll decide to put an end,
Until then,
I'll use you,
And move on,
With this unbearable life.


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on Jun. 12 2009 at 12:35 am
xXxFallingTearsxXx GOLD, Cottonwood, Idaho
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wow, that poem was really great. thanks for commenting on mine too by the way. this is like my life exactly. This poem is really so awesome! great job.


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