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Gone Are The Voices
Contributed by
StarBeneathTheStairs
on
Sunday, 4th January 2004 @ 04:41:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The blackness runs down my tear-stained face
And drips morbidly onto my blood-red lace,
I see nothing through my darkened eyes
I only hear the voices which I most despise,
On and on they whisper through my head,
They'll always be there until I'm dead.
My legs, they look pale in the radiant light,
It contrasts with my blood, a beautiful sight.
And the razor, it glistens while it sits in my palm,
Then is dragged through the flesh of my quivering arm.
Relief and joy are triggered in my mind
And for a second, the voices are left behind.
I repeat this over, again and again
Just for that second when the voices end
Though my blood drips onto the once clean floor,
I cannot be stopped; I keep wanting more.
In the far distance, I hear voices cry out
It's my parents they've found me without a doubt,
As my thoughts and vision start to fade,
I whisper, 'Sorry Mum, for the mess I've made.'
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StarBeneathTheStairs
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2004-01-04 04:41:54] (Date/Time posted on
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