...Until You Can't Anymore...

By Malice In Wonderland

I'm so lost...

It's starting to seem like the suffering
Is like the finest of wines
Conditioned to im.perfections

How long, does my heart need to me trampled
To make you happy?
And I feel toxic
Pestilent
Necrosis flowing through my veins
Where copper lines of grace frequent
no longer,

I am defiled
Mistaken and Defiant
Bourne of spite and tragedy
I, the narcissist,
Am speechless

But it feels like you don't even realize...

I
am but human
No matter what I seem to be

I'm praying
To whatever imaginary god
is out there.

To kill me

And it seems, sadly
That the last time you cut my heart out,
You seem to have left the tiniest bit
Still hemorrhaging in my stone cavity chest

and I'm wondering
Just how much
of myself
I'm expected to eradicate
For you

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Published on Sunday, July 3, 2011. Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"

Comments on "...Until You Can't Anymore..."

On Tuesday, February 5, 2013, BetaWolfinVA (791) wrote:

ohh wow... this feels so much like being between gaia and raven and wondering how much of my heart i need to tear out to get sane again.
On Monday, August 29, 2011, punk mc cool (74) wrote:

deep, very deep, one of your best works =3
On Sunday, July 3, 2011, Ocean of Truth (43) wrote:

Wow, I don't know if you realise it, but this definitely strikes a chord with me. I feel the same sometimes... "I am but human".... and if suffering was wine, we'd be drunk off our asses...
On Sunday, July 3, 2011, Devilish (2633) wrote:

Deep emotions Rain thru us like blood transfutions exept we dont control the dose! Nice!