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3 a.m. Prayer

Poetry By: PromisedSword
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She is broken and alone, bleeding to feel loved and slowly tearing herself apart. Can you save her?


Submitted:Mar 22, 2008    Reads: 115    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


3 a.m. Prayer
Sing a hallelujah as you put a gun between your lips
My steps follow my heartbeat as it sk-sk-skips
I'm singing down the moon tonight; the sirens back me up
Slit your wrists with a razorblade kiss and drink it from a cup

Smash your fists against a mirror (you look much better broken)
I could write a book with the silence (of the words still left unspoken)
You better leave off your makeup tonight
You'll be crying a river by the dawn's first light

Smile without showing teeth; your grin is much too real
I would sell my soul (if I had one) if it'd make me feel
The stripes on your socks keep time with your knees
(If only you could hear my silent pleas…)

Your blonde hair turns black, like the roses you pick
Oh pretty, pretty broken girl--damn you make me sick
Why do you think running away will ever change a thing
The scars still burn, the tears still fall, and those words will always sting

Sing a hallelujah as you put a gun between your lips
My steps follow my heartbeat as it sk-sk-skips
I'm singing down the moon tonight; the sirens back me up
Slit your wrists with a razorblade kiss and drink it from a cup
Oh, please, my heart, don't rip and crack
I've retreated so far there's a wall to my back
But just when that razor starts (once again) to shine
I look into your eyes and you say "you're mine."




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