For My Broken Mind
Date: Saturday, 2nd June 2007 @ 05:09:54 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: Nauzzica
Strings slipping through my hand's.
Blank antidotes for me, fear me?
Dead in my bed, all thats seen is red.
Crimson lights so delicate, fierce to wed.
Cover my bloody head.
She who tears, for my haunting years.
Bare and plain to be so vain.
For a fool?
Was I so Cruel?
Making fun that you won,
laugh, yes laugh at me who is free.
Shred everthing that ment most.
Become the host, to know pleasure.
Is one's own treasure, you'll be severed.
Bathed from tip to stem, coughed up flem.
Hair smelled of vodka, soon to compelled.
For a fool?
Was I so Cruel?
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