I bleed from this wound
The cut so open, so wide
The virus that courses through my veins
And poisons my blood-the darkest red
The pain that throbs from my wound and makes me suffer
My fingers claw at the flesh
While piercing my skin
The sin takes me over
I'm broken
I'm suffering
I'm dying
It doesn't matter now
These scars turn into Cancer
It's the same sickness you infected me with
The sickness of torment
It's so beautiful how this skin is peeled back
Revealing gore and all my endings (confessions)
I'm forcred to my knees
Cut me open wide and let me be drained of blood
If not then, leave me here to die
Tear at my open scars and make them deeper
Anything to complete this suffering
Just end me now
You made me what I am
End me so I no longer feel this suffering
If you love me then you will end my pain (torture)
I can't stand these scars-I hate what they mean
Every scar on my body has a story
Some were caused by you
How could you inflict me with them?
Can you see what you've done?
I wish I could make you see it all
This suffering is killing me
Author notes
I got inspired to write this from a band called THE AGONY SCENCE.
Please tell me what you think
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This was really good. It had a lot of emotion in it. Everything flowed well throughout the story. Good job, October. Nice inspiriation. Lovely.
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I loved this poem a little, even after I re-read it. It's lovely described. Good job.
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Nice job
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Nice Job
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Very emotional, lots of pain.
It was good though, filled with emotion...it was very...deep?
Good job with this, October.
I enjoyed reading it.
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This is very emotional. Suffering in life can be so hard and painful and we wonder if it will ever end. Very well done. I like it.
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Nice Job
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