This blade is my home

by clevername   Jun 6, 2005


You called my face without a name
and told me life would be a picture in a frame
If you rode across my skin
Salvation was my promise that'd Id win

And i stared at it
It's beautiful glow
remarkable
my eyes fell low

over and over
repeated again
and again
over and over
this is my weapon
my gun
my rope
to help me reach the end

scratching
and burning
cutting
and screaming
you call me

and i shall never leave your hallow heart of broken promise and self murder
I shall never part this self mutilation for it has saved me at border line
Of becoming a retched one of you
The ones that run and in circles and tap there little shoes
the ones that laugh and giggle while there drunk idiots drinking booze

I will be the one that you call dumb
the one that you call wrong
the one that slits her hips and slits her thighs
but how much have you done write

And i stared at it
It's beautiful glow
remarkable
my eyes fell low

over and over
repeated again
and again
over and over
this is my weapon
my gun
my rope
to help me reach the end

scratching
and burning
cutting
and screaming
you call me

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  • 19 years ago

    by Timothy B

    The meaning of this poem was deep. It was kinda hard to follow, but I made it still.5/5

  • 19 years ago

    by Vegetable

    this is a really good poem. You are really talented. I liked this part the best:
    "You called my face without a name
    and told me life would be a picture in a frame"
    It flows so well that it was actually enjoyable to read. good work!