Cold As Stone, by No Child Is Innocent Once Born
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Lying on the Floor
Holding a knife
She throws away
Her wasted life
She puts the knife
To her wrist
Takes a deep breath
And starts to slit
She's so numb
From hard cold fear
That she feels nothing
She only hears
She hears the silent screams
Of the rest of the world
The screams of pain
It's all a blur
She slits again
And now she sees
The people that
Belong to the screams
She slits once more
And now she smells
The people burning
In this hell
She slits one last time
And she feels
She feels the pain
She's felt for years
She puts down the knife
And reaches out
She touches there faces
And covers her mouth
The faces vanished
And she was left alone
Dying slowly
As cold as stone
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Posted: 2006-02-28 18:08:36 UTC |
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2006-03-20 18:45:50 | Faith |
So many poems about cutting... i don't understand the draw of it. Hmmm... maybe i am missing something. Such a sad poem. |