silhouettes

By StAinedNblood

Behind the window I see your shape
Hidden beneath the raven sky
I wonder why tonight I feel so numb
Out of place
Alone and withering
I hear the unearthy voice
Of you mourning in my head
All that's left is your silhouette

the black shades they fade
Erased by my suffering
I'm caught in between what doesn't belong
Hold my hand, as the blade bleeds fresh
As I cry out in pain
I'm becoming lifeless again
Numb again

I've become your silhouette
Alone and cold tonight
But don't wait for me this time
Cause I'm not alive

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Published on Wednesday, October 27, 2004. Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"

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January 24th, 2010

Comments on "silhouettes"

On Sunday, January 24, 2010, maggot death (60) wrote:

well! pretty good! This poem explaines many people's feelings, and clearly and honestly deserves to be the poem of the day:)
A former member wrote: I can relate to this. Wonderful read, the last two lines were the ones that made the most impact on me. Keep it up!
A former member wrote: "I've become your silhouette" Chills... beautifully dark.
On Friday, November 5, 2004, mysticventures (527) wrote:

yo, that's the shit man!
A former member wrote: this seems put together so perfectly. good imagery, loved the last stanza.
On Wednesday, October 27, 2004, sIo (898) wrote:

feeling numb is one of the worst feelings in life...nice work.
A former member wrote: wow this is great i love the last stanza sends chills up my spine
On Wednesday, October 27, 2004, DarkDruidess (313) wrote:

I could relate to this, excellent job in the imagery of your words
On Wednesday, October 27, 2004, agentlemenspromise (42) wrote:

silhouette can be scary. great great great great. stain it in blood its perfect.