Ripping

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
We are our own worst enemies.

Submitted: June 09, 2008

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I can’t help myself,
God knows I’ve tried,
No longer can I hide,
From every truth and lie.
Plunge the knife into my chest,
Rip out the thing inside.
I feel it eating me – its teeth are cutting clean,
It’s ripping through my still beating heart,
How can this be? – is this really me?
I feel it eating from inside my still beating heart.
Don’t want to waste time,
I only want to die,
Cold Death’s embrace,
Has never been more welcoming.
Plunge the knife into my chest,
Rip out the thing inside.
I feel it eating me – its teeth are cutting clean,
It’s ripping through my still beating heart,
Still can’t believe – that this is really me,
I feel it eating from inside my still beating heart.
Somebody pick up that knife,
And put in my chest,
Carveout that thing inside,
And save me from myself.
I feel it eating me – its teeth are cutting clean,
It’s ripping through my still beating heart,
How can this be? – is it really me?
I feel it eating from inside my still beating heart.
Still can’t believe – that this is really me,
I feel it eating from inside my still beating heart.
CARVEOUT THAT THING INSIDE!
AND SAVE ME FROM MYSELF!


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