By SolApathy

A work inspired by Snuffed Out

My blanket of blades
This bed I made
Bloodied by sins envisioned within
I wrap tightly
Scars of the morning melancholy mood
No one sees as I barely make it through
Withdrawal as I don’t feel the blades digging in
Feeling naked under these long sleeves hiding my sin
Even these sleeves can’t hide blood seeping pleas
I languish in the pale warmth of sunset skies
Reflections of the sun across this blade
I draw upon my skin a serenade
Thoughts of desperation as I dream of someone I can’t save
My blade is my drug
My love
You can never take her from me
I’m in the solitude of sorrows, driven
My cuts can never be forgiven

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Copyright 2018 SolApathy
Published on Sunday, November 12, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...As I cut one last time I understand now that love was my crime...
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  • AmethystAsh On Sunday, November 12, 2017, AmethystAsh (57)By person wrote:

    I found this almost painful to read. Yet beautifully dark. ~Ash

  • Drea On Sunday, November 12, 2017, Drea (1525)By person wrote:

    This drips with darkness. I am glad I could even provide the smallest drop of inspiration for this. I will keep this.

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