My ears are ringing,
And my wrists are singing,
Begging to connect again,
And let the pain in.
I like the feeling,
That sends my body realing,
Making me as cold,
As the marble floor.
I miss the sensation,
The misery being hid by jubilation.
I miss the escape,
The end of my fate,
I want it again,
To feel my real pain end.
I want to become lifeless,
And feel the cold caress,
And use the blade's side,
To end this thing called life.
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Dark Poetry 2
PoetryThis is the continuation of my first book labeled, Dark Poetry. They are independent books and can be read alone, each chapter is a different poem and can be read alone from the collection. With that said, please don't steal my works, they are origi...
