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Splintered
Contributed by
JadedExistence
on
Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 10:39:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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A crimson river on sparkling white
Shadows pass over, through the moonlight
As the blood flows, there's no more pain
The blade feeling good in a way I can't explain
There's a place that's dark and cold in me
I'm just not the person I used to be
My soul is splintered, like a broken mirror
When I look inside, my reflections not clear
Whispering in my ear, is the demon in my mind
Showing me things, I'd rather not find
Tells me that I'm alone, that no one cares
I'm in a world of fear, and no one's there
Holding the knife while I cry
Laying on the floor, waiting to die
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JadedExistence
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2004-03-29 22:39:26]
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Re: Splintered
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 30th March 2004 @ 05:59:57 AM AEST
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I think its stark and brutal. As the most honest cutter poems are, I expect. Yet, in the expression, you have elucidated some measure of beauty.
Good rhyme. |
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Re: Splintered
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by Stitch on
Sunday, 11th April 2004 @ 07:12:39 PM AEST
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Scary write. I am somewhat familiar with that demon. A remarkable portrayal. Very impressive.
Stitch |
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