Roses and switchblades.
Broken and battered
torn and tattered
blade rising
time flying
black roses
bloody knives
you've got only one chance to live this life
screaming and bleeding
death from so much self-beating
time is so slow
its dying
as I'm crying
white roses
red rainfall
no more poses
no more crap from you Neanderthals
broken
barely breathing
trying to stop the seething
being so blind that no one is seeing
what is so painfully true
battered
withering away
like the pains of yesterday
slowly, helplessly
torn
like all hope
all dreams
all wants
the nothing that everything means
tattered
aching, shamed
lost, unclaimed
loathing the giver of life
and begging for the knife
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They things that are written here may not be my own but show more colorfully my emotions and views than I may be able to on my own.
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