...Carved

By SolApathy

In the symphony of all the voices I've heard...
The shimmering blade always spoke the right words
I have felt the bliss of the blade
Swam in the rivers of blood she has made
Comforting the sins of the demons deep within
Long sleeve sweaters shroud the carved letters
Bet you thought I was getting better?
Lines of the times I’ve dreamed to die
Run up my scarred thigh
You would be sickened if you could see inside
A place where darkness has died
Only the sweet serenade of suicide is known
My soul fractured into pieces, unknown
I once burned with the rage
Now I reminisce in the blood dripping on this page
Hypnotized by the copper tones I taste
Heart racing as I embrace an ocean of blood
Light headed and dreamy
In this bathtub of blood-- you see me
Screaming of a horror you missed
I sink below and embrace …Bliss

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Published on Monday, August 21, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...Carved in my thigh, the memories of my soul as it slowly dies

Comments on "...Carved"

On Monday, August 21, 2017, worm (1149) wrote:

wow... just wow... Be Well! ~worm~
On Monday, August 21, 2017, 10 Forty Three (543) wrote:

Very smooth poem and very visual as always. Write on! - 10:43