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Empty Promises and Broken Bones
Blank sighs and bent back fingers,
Heartless kisses and ripped of nails,
Demons trapped in this atmosphere,
Monsters caught in pessimism's web,
Teeth snapping and Mouths salvating,
Eye her pale white skin,
With patterned gashes all over her,
Knife to skin, Skin to bleed, Knife Withdraw,
And repeat.
She's lost in her own torture,
A macarbre labyrinth,
Your patron saint of self injury.
Empty promises and broken bones,
Silent screaming and 'nasty head wounds',
Taunting voices, Monster enraged,
You can't kill her, You can't kill an idea,
Concieved in the mind of a confliction,
Stare at my mirror image,
My perfect silver-white scars,
A reminder of the past I now crave,
Knife to skin, Skin to bleed, Knife withdraw,
And no longer repeat,
An empty promise made,
A promise to be kept,
But can't she see? Can't she protect me?
I still hold my razorblade.
Yeah Just made up on the top of my head. I was trying to express my feelings right now..
Everything thats happened the last week, all the fear and the worry and the fallen tears that havent fallen yet have all welled up and came down on me.
I was hoping if I forgot about them put them at the back of my minds they'd go away, obviously not then.. meh.
 HoverCrab · Sat Mar 18, 2006 @ 10:02am · 1 Comments |
