Captain of the Innuendo Squad. (brandinsbabe) wrote,
Captain of the Innuendo Squad.
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i wrote this about 2 months ago...maybe youll understand

2/5/02

Carving letters into skin
feel the burning oxygen
Those tears you cry are always real
what makes you think you cannot feel.
Eat the flesh of sympathy
Take the hand of misery.
Try to hold on one more hour
My heart feels like it’s lost all power.

Silence is your only friend
The beating music helps you mend
The voice you hear inside your head
Is the voice that makes you go even deeper.
Sing with him, his bleeding voice,
In the end you have no choice.
You swear the blood that flows can heal
You swear the cuts will make you feel.

You fall into the empty hand
The machine of life is not so grand.
On and on it pushes down
Help me, can’t you see me drown.
The blood is thick it makes me drown.
It makes me drown.
It helps me drown.

I hear it calling out to me
I hear it telling me my destiny
It says forever be alone
It says I want you for my own.
It envelops me like darkness does.
It consumes me

©cjara 02
Tags: 2002, depression, personal, poetry
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