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-The Prayer of a Soulless Cutter-

Poetry By: The Jester of Punishment

This poem was construed from the darkness of who I've become. Who I am. A mind left with a purpose to which remain lost. I'm a cutter without a reason. And a suicide with too many purposes. And so enjoy.....

Submitted:Dec 7, 2011    Reads: 19    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Here broken by the wall of my haunted silence

falls a promise gone that it may not keep

reason that doubt my dreams

my sanity

demons dance where they may be

beckoning to the darkness lingerin inside me

slowly breath as each count kills a part of thee

hide in sight what one can not see

nightmares no end

depression spread thick

loved by the devil's trick

how sick my mind becomes by the torment

to know no other to it's direct name

wish all reason good-bye

all problems vanish in a tight light

the world vanish

my heart race

the pleasure I fought to want

like a whore to her sex

like a user to his drug

no padded walls can keep me safe

crawling back on all fours

it calls my name

oh how I love thee my sweet blade

it you that shall comfort me

when all purpose die

when angel's cry

when the world falls

and what's left is suicide

my life I'll bleed

silent I scream

giving you my sanity

-The Prayer of a Soulless Cutter-


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