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Words, screaming with their own importance,
aching with soft intensity,
bleeding like a slit wrist.
I want words because my own words are not good enough.
I want emotions because it seems I can feel none.
Every hollow thought that leaks from the recesses of my mind twists through me with a pulse- throbbing agony.
Every whispered sentence cuts me worst than any red-hot blade.
I am not safe from myself,
muchless anything that comes from your mind
or your lips.
Your words are poisonous and acidic;
They burn into my soul and replay through my mind like a scratched cassette.
You don't care what your words do to me,
how it leaves me twisted and corrupt with my own fears and anger
It's like a don't exist anymore.
I am gone.
All that is left of me is this hollow, empty shell that echoes like a tomb,
the mouth to hell and all of it's denizens.
Your words killed me,
ripped my heart and mind asunder.
And all that I wanted to hear was words.
- by Domina_Daemon |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/28/2009 |
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- Title: Killing Words, Cutting Deep
- Artist: Domina_Daemon
- Description: Forgive me, all of you peotry people who freak because a poem doesn't rhyme. I am not that creative and my poems are more of a descriptive nature. Anyways, please enjoy and message me... RATE AND COMMENT!!!!
- Date: 10/28/2009
- Tags: words
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- starryluminara - 11/07/2009
- It doesn't matter if the poem rhymes, I love it becuase it's heartfelt and passionate. I love it.
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