a new poem, not of morbid things this time
River of Crimson
In too deep
Silver to skin
in my heart
Pain will win
Death is near
Life prevails
A crimson river
From tooth and nails
Cannot hide, forever, what i feel
Bleed it out with cold steel
Whats within is released
Finally tame the inner beast
In too deep
Darkness is real
Cannot sleep
stand to kneel
(the)fall is hard
left alone
A crimson river
No suture sewn
How much more cane one take
not much more left to break
Bled dry, slashed and scarred
Darkness surrounds, death's not far
I wrote this in response to a few friends of mine, and myself, who have inflicted violence upon themselves in the past, or present. It has occured to me how ones inner feelings can have such an impact on ones own actions towards ones self. Personally, my (inner) pain wasnt even effected by my use of self attacks. Though, to others, it seems to temporarily replace inner pain. I still havent figured out this mystery of these actions.
In too deep
Silver to skin
in my heart
Pain will win
Death is near
Life prevails
A crimson river
From tooth and nails
Cannot hide, forever, what i feel
Bleed it out with cold steel
Whats within is released
Finally tame the inner beast
In too deep
Darkness is real
Cannot sleep
stand to kneel
(the)fall is hard
left alone
A crimson river
No suture sewn
How much more cane one take
not much more left to break
Bled dry, slashed and scarred
Darkness surrounds, death's not far
I wrote this in response to a few friends of mine, and myself, who have inflicted violence upon themselves in the past, or present. It has occured to me how ones inner feelings can have such an impact on ones own actions towards ones self. Personally, my (inner) pain wasnt even effected by my use of self attacks. Though, to others, it seems to temporarily replace inner pain. I still havent figured out this mystery of these actions.