Dead painting

by victoria   May 3, 2010


A corrupted soul,
a battered mind,
too many broken pieces to shield the hurt from the inside,
oh...
how could i stand by,
as you took my whole life,
cut it bit by piece,
with my mouth sewn tight,
oh...
i gave you my whole life,
i gave you my whole world,
now my beating heart is shattered,
thrown across the street like memories of a forgotten storm,
like a bloody painting,
I'm still as the dead,
one stroke of mercy,
left no mercy upon the life i lived,
oh...
just another tragic flaw from your bloody, mindless hands.

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  • 14 years ago

    by victoria

    This poem was inspired by a story i read in my English Honors class my senior year. It was a bout a guy who was cruel to his wife(Not physically tech but mentally) and he wanted to paint her. Well it took him along time to paint her and he was getting obessed with his painting rather than his wife...and after along time of ignoreing his wife and her not eating(i think) she died. So shes traped in a painting. idk...i liked the concept. thank u guys.

  • 14 years ago

    by Kuro

    Seems a little angry. i hope this vent helped you feel better. full of a lot of emotion. theropudicly written, indeed.

    nice job,
    Kuro

  • 14 years ago

    by Tempest

    Beautiful poem. I love it..

  • 14 years ago

    by REESEY

    Beautifully put...:)

  • 14 years ago

    by Dreaming out loud

    What a interesting and creative poem. I am blown away with the format and wording that holds the reader to every one

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