Searching for YOU on the Flipside...

Mystique420Mystique420 Posts: 338
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The wound, the cut, the slit
those are the only ones that count
don’t do it, if there isn't a shedding of blood...
Bleed away, let your problems simply bleed away....
Blood that is pumped to our hearts, cant ever reach our hearts if it has been broken
BLOOD MAY SPILL.....MY HEART MAY STILL
but the pain will always be with me
what brought me to my knees
what brought me to tears
what brought me to CRIMSON hands
what drove me to insanity....and a longing for escape of life
a life that never gave me a chance
slit my wrist slit my throat.....
Just let me die bleeding.....
LET ME DIE HAPPY
let me die hurting
LET ME DIE HAPPY
let me die with a smile
IS IT DEEP?
This times its got to count
its got to hurt and relieve all the pain of living
feeling like a no one
deathly chilling an ice cold feeling
I hate living, I hate breathing...
I'm ready to die
everyday it cant get worse but amazingly does
my tears...aren't tears anymore.....
I bleed tears and cry blood
I'm sorry I'm not good enough
I'm sorry ... I'm so so very sorry
just rip out my heart, and do what you do best....destroy, deceive, disrupt...
FOR I NEVER WILL BE OF ANY IMPORTANCE
...I'm sorry
"To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."

--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- ;) nah,... we smoke it!
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  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    :( .......................... :(
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • Mystique420Mystique420 Posts: 338
    :(


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    "To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
    'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."

    --first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- ;) nah,... we smoke it!
  • The wound, the cut, the slit
    those are the only ones that count
    don’t do it, if there isn't a shedding of blood...
    Bleed away, let your problems simply bleed away....
    Blood that is pumped to our hearts, cant ever reach our hearts if it has been broken
    BLOOD MAY SPILL.....MY HEART MAY STILL
    but the pain will always be with me
    what brought me to my knees
    what brought me to tears
    what brought me to CRIMSON hands
    what drove me to insanity....and a longing for escape of life
    a life that never gave me a chance
    slit my wrist slit my throat.....
    Just let me die bleeding.....
    LET ME DIE HAPPY
    let me die hurting
    LET ME DIE HAPPY
    let me die with a smile
    IS IT DEEP?
    This times its got to count
    its got to hurt and relieve all the pain of living
    feeling like a no one
    deathly chilling an ice cold feeling
    I hate living, I hate breathing...
    I'm ready to die
    everyday it cant get worse but amazingly does
    my tears...aren't tears anymore.....
    I bleed tears and cry blood
    I'm sorry I'm not good enough
    I'm sorry ... I'm so so very sorry
    just rip out my heart, and do what you do best....destroy, deceive, disrupt...
    FOR I NEVER WILL BE OF ANY IMPORTANCE
    ...I'm sorry

    YOU ARE SO IMPORTANT!YOUR LIFE HAS MEANING AND YOU BRING GREAT RELEASE TO ALL YOU TOUCH YOUR POETRY TONIGHT IS WORRYING.
    "When a man lies,He murders some part of the world
    These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives,All this I cannot bear to witness any longer,
    Cannot the kingdom of salvation,Take me home!"
    Cliff Burton R.I.PFebruary 10, 1962 – September 27, 1986
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