My Verbal Weapon

by Yazdan   Apr 9, 2006


How do i do it
these words wont stop
they comfort then kill
then leave them to rot
i speak with my heart
and my heart remains pure
but my mind sometimes wanders
and my voice becomes my weapon
i inflict wounds that scar
cuts that bleed
then the pools of blood
drown my joy and leave me to mourn
over the last victim of my carelessness

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  • 17 years ago

    by a broken smile with a broken heart is a poets life

    WOW!! deep. very deep. this is exactly how i am described by others and the sad truth is that i sometimes hurt my loveones by what comes from my mouth.. I love it.!

  • 17 years ago

    by Spirit

    5/5
    Good jod. . . I'm speechless
    Wow

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