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Severed Odium
Contributed by
weepingprophet
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Saturday, 11th February 2006 @ 03:25:52 PM in AEST
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Forgiveness soaks in disdain
Resolution, take the pain
In the cup on my windowsill
The blades slowly distill
From red to metallic shine
These wounds of redemption are mine
Wrapped in stale memories
Is the face of my enemy
Cut away the lies
Solace has the sweetest disguise
Metallic reverance begins
The severed vein makes its amends
Repentence is what the blade forgets
Inability to indulge in regrets
Never becoming a liar's face
Truely, honestly a torrid disgrace
Forgiveness soaks and remains
In the blinding embraces of bitter pain
The blade, forgetting repentence, distills
From red to blind, these redemption wounds of mine
Unwrap stale memories
Reveal the mirrored face of my enemy
Cut away the lies of solace
The severed vein amends
The inability to indulge in regret
Revealing a liar's face
An honest ******* disgrace
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Re: Severed Odium
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by shelby on
Saturday, 11th February 2006 @ 03:29:12 PM AEST
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Powerful and emotional write. Forgiveness comes hard at times for some who have wronged us. Regret fills our world with sadness. Always remember never be to hard on yourself, sometimes people are what they are but we can be the greatest that we can be without them.
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Re: Severed Odium
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by In_a_while on
Tuesday, 14th February 2006 @ 02:05:30 PM AEST
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"Forgiveness soaks and remains
In the blinding embraces of bitter pain"
Very true and is only a small piece of the whole.
The poem is great, with only the most vivid of imagery
and the most powerful of statements.
"In the cup on my windowsill
"The Blades slowly distill:"
It only tells me that you're overly prepared and
bound to use the blades again... so much so it
seems ritualistic. It's something i share on my
own, only with the tools my own dissection.
Keep up the incisive writing
dw |
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