Darkness
September 29th, 2009, 06:47 AM
Nick said I should move this here from my blog so I have...
When you were alone,
When you were alone, was it so awful that you did as you did?
When you cut to the bone, was the warmth of your blood your only companionship?
Was it so bad that you must carefully clad your scars from those whom hid from you?
Was it so that you could show your pain, mark out every fall and trip
Would it be a knife, a match, a razor blade, that drew your lonesome journey across the canvas of your body?
I weep to think of the blood running down your arm,
I cry to think of the flood that welled from your shoulder,
I cower to think of it falling across your breast,
I sob to think of it threading a lace across your chest,
I recoil to think of that essence of life, cascading down your side, to drizzle the floor with ruby liquid,
I Break to think that
you endured this alone,
I curse to have not known you then,
I moan to know that you
might do so again,
I digress, should I hold you, shield you from pain, harm and suffering,
Or let it harden you?
But, worse is the knowledge
of the tears you shed,
It would drown me,
and hounds me still,
every day,
and all
of the
night
This is about a girl I know and I was thinking about her it just came to me, and well here it is.
When you were alone,
When you were alone, was it so awful that you did as you did?
When you cut to the bone, was the warmth of your blood your only companionship?
Was it so bad that you must carefully clad your scars from those whom hid from you?
Was it so that you could show your pain, mark out every fall and trip
Would it be a knife, a match, a razor blade, that drew your lonesome journey across the canvas of your body?
I weep to think of the blood running down your arm,
I cry to think of the flood that welled from your shoulder,
I cower to think of it falling across your breast,
I sob to think of it threading a lace across your chest,
I recoil to think of that essence of life, cascading down your side, to drizzle the floor with ruby liquid,
I Break to think that
you endured this alone,
I curse to have not known you then,
I moan to know that you
might do so again,
I digress, should I hold you, shield you from pain, harm and suffering,
Or let it harden you?
But, worse is the knowledge
of the tears you shed,
It would drown me,
and hounds me still,
every day,
and all
of the
night
This is about a girl I know and I was thinking about her it just came to me, and well here it is.