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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I find a write the most amazing material when i have real life inspiration. This is a poem i wrote recently depicting my recent struggle

dark sin
fraudulent in nature,,,
and the masked truth
means more than
the unmarked catalyst
that envelopes my soul...

the blood trickles off my knife...
the dew of the early morning kill.

as each drop dribbles into satisfaction,
the screams echo into
my shallow heart..
for a hardness,
he has developed...
for you may only skin
this black heart, and
wrap the hide around your ego...

his sheets, stained...
with the torture and ill repute
of a wrong that cannot be made
and the tide rolls in
washing away the filth
if only to bring it back
with mere shreds..

.of the love you felt for him....

and a dainty whisper of your voice,
is the only reality he has left...
and the world turns...
whilst everyone forgets..

...and the piano and strings fill the air
as he tenderly reminisces,
of the days whene our love...

..would do the same...

Submitted: October 24, 2009

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