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Crimson

Contributed by MG_Akela22090 on Tuesday, 14th November 2006 @ 05:44:35 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

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No time to be broken, lost, or confused. No time to remember all the bad things you went through. No time to sit and think about how you may never be free.
Wings of a color, crimson as rose. Broken as glass. Bleeding straight through. Tears made a river that drowned all the love and yet you’re still living despite of it all.
Never an end. Just keep walking until something eventually gives. No time for judgments, that’ll be soon enough. Threats of hell can’t scare you because you’ve walked it. These shoes are wearing but you’re still going despite of it all.
Let it sink in. Gun to your head. Beautiful shiny lies.
No time for thinking. Just pulling the trigger that might send you over the edge.
Stop there and curl up and drown yourself some more. Strangled and choked out. This love that you had. Left to forget it and wish for an end.
Pulled out these eyes, don’t see the destruction. Nuclear wars make horrible winters. Ruins of an old life can’t go back to that past. Can’t erase the pain. Can’t take it all back.
Running from something. Dreams are plague. Drawing a life up from sand and disdain.
Agony rips trough as you give your body. Hoping that someone will come and make you stop crying. But the tears are blood and the scars are raw, but you’re still breathing despite of it all.
Can’t commit yourself to the insanity yet. Screaming into the sunsets. Beauty has lost and only the darkness can resolve what you never had.
Kicking the corpse that was your body, floating back to someplace. At the edge, the wind whipping, falling into some abyss. Can’t hear your voice, muffled by the racing of your heart as drops from your chest.
Tell yourself the pain will end wile taking a razor and breaking the skin. Pull out the drugs to numb the feeling and hope the day will end.
Lose yourself in the crowd and force yourself into exhaustion, but you’re living despite it all.
Staring into nothing, hoping for something.
Nothing will come.
But you are finally free.

Copyright Â© MG_Akela22090 ... [ 2006-11-14 17:44:35]
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Re: Crimson (User Rating: 1 )
by SaraSS on Thursday, 9th July 2009 @ 07:35:48 AM AEST
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Hey I think it's pretty good. Long and sentimental!

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