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bleeding out the past
Contributed by
Cancer
on
Thursday, 22nd January 2004 @ 10:29:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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my switchblade, so cold and hard
like a steel erection
eager to penetrate pregnant wounds
whose scar tissue bellies swell and pulse
prepared to birth blood
fathered of sorrow
the air is thick
with the pain of rebirth
as each sore bursts open again
every tear-soaked memory
every abuse, every misdeed
birthed anew, as a drop of blood
that speeds, insignificantly, to the floor
staring at the remnants
of a blood red past that won't be ignored
i let the blade make love to my scars again
and more memories fall to the floor
my life streaked across the ceiling
the walls and the floor
my existence related in a wet red tapestry
my veins sigh thankfully
as the last memory hits the floor
(empty
cold
staring at my memories
as they stagnate and stain
leaving you
or whoever finds me
a scrapbook of my pain
written in red)
this soul, unowned
will roam alone
cosmic hitchhiker
on a forgotten road
no afterlife
to call my own
just a trail of broken memories
that, somehow, still feel like home
Copyright ©
Cancer
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2004-01-22 22:29:19] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: bleeding out the past
(User Rating: 1 ) by bobotheclown on
Friday, 23rd January 2004 @ 12:18:21 AM AEST (User
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This was beautiful and jaw-dropping. A thousand of my ramblings could not hope to match this. I love the description in this so vivid.
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