Pointless

by Ian Robert   Dec 23, 2004


My knife snuggles deep within my bleeding wrists,
Crush my face,
Into the pits.

I feel all to free,
I feel all to alive,
Crush my soul,
So it apears to be small.

When your asleep forever,
When your always young.

What do you do when Christ carries a gun...

Ian Robert Potapoff

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  • 19 years ago

    by pinkalias

    I like the dark comparisons and imagery and i like the message that you portray in the poem. The last line,
    "What do you do when Christ carries a gun..."
    i absolutly loved that line. Beautiful and ironic, love it.

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