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The Burning Razor
written by blackened_rose05:37 PM 12/18/04I need to cut
Too feel the bleed
Anger is here
And seems to be the seed
Death isn't the enemy
But a friend to me
Love is vengence
For that I can see
Life is full of anger
Hate is always bared
Hope is make believe
And fear is always bared
Joy is a fantasy
For I never believed
That you could hurt me
And off my pain you did feed
Death seeps into me
For that you made true
Always poisoning me
And killing my soul to
For death seems the prize
Life seems the enemy
Your 'love' unto me
Covered my eyes completly
Help me to be dead
And don't leave me here
For all those things you said
You can end it for me
The razors in my hand
For this I charge no fee
I welcome the end
For life was not for me |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I don't no why I wrote this one, it's kinda morbid. But comment please. I like the feedback.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SilenceIsDeafening (12-18-2004 - 05:38 PM)
| That's beautiful. It's almost like the one I wrote, called Razorblade. |
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