A Rotting Beginning

by RedDeadShore   Mar 5, 2008


A cursed beginning of dejection, and shadows of rejection,
Senses fail to reactivate, tears dry up, and bones break,
Depression twirls from vein to vein, loneliness re-opens,
The scars reopen, that ones that were once closed with strength that has gone,
Too much mess and destruction, and no-one knows,
Slitting the wrists and burning down complete,
Falling down dead, that leads to the fading lights,
Surrendering to the fate of death, the only listener,
Overjoyed from departed desperation, paper notes and suicide thoughts,
Cut, commit and kill the quest of life and the spirit within,
Lips are tightened from the over spilt blood spilling from your soul,
Head down, sitting alone, with everyones tears streaming around,
The day will down into blackness forever,
Everyone's individual suggestion from hope to the path to walk,
Tumbling are the lies of my torment of evil,
The black blood bubbles, drips and reaches the fingers,
Eventually the day will die and drown,
Happiness isnt for everyone, especially for those handling a knife,
Walking alone with the lights damped out,
Waiting for the dreams to all die,
Cutting the life that once was remembered and cared for,
The turn of one has been turned,
To see the beauty of this destructive world is charitable,
Dying are the broken dreams, sinking hearts and broken souls,
Seeing the skies being blanketed by the shades of red,
The depths of everything, have been swallowed,
Tasting the bitterness, the wounds won't heal, theres just too much that time cannot heal,
To watch and feel the heartless burn kills the future ahead,
Manufacture the misery and everything taken from you,
A beautiful portrait ends in a plagued ghost being eaten alive,
Grab the blackened heart with distain and blow away the joy,
The shattered eyelids blinds the hidden truths of true loveliness,
No light dare enter and pull shut the shades from any,
Kill the mind with insecure thoughts, this world is bearing down,
Endure another day, another day of persisting pain,
The slight whisper of a single slit of the day of reckoning,
All cut, over the wrist, and yet the pain continues,
I single prick from the blade brings heat,
Return of cheer, but darkness wells against me,
Enclosed within from the evil shows of gloomy and blood,
The light is turning dim, the air thickens, the blood spills and stains.

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