a festival to bleed.

[rewiiired]

I write my fucking heart out
I spill my fucking mind
trying to trap the moment
in a string of words, but I

just fall between the lines
in the space that I can't see
where no one really reads
but just throws

peices of themselves
a festival to bleed
and every enduring
string of words

becomes just another
bar in my prison
or a reflection of
the one within

I thought this was
catharsis, liberation
not another place to
cramp the life within
but my fingers keep on typing
when all is said, say it again

maybe you missed something
pick the scab and clean the wound
so it can start to heal again
you just want to feel
the blood flow out
one last fucking time

you can't leave
well enough alone
can't stop
talking to yourself

can't stop dwelling
on the dead and gone
life itself is shit, it doesn't
need your help

so let go and learn to breath
learn to take your own advice
stop talking to yourself about
talking to yourself
in the second and
third person, all right?

Have another drink,
smoke another cigarette
try and get some sleep --
or wake up, better yet.

 

[iLoveYouWithaKnife]

oh my. everything i read of yours is nothing less than excellent.

i was going to quote lines... but do i really need to quote the whole piece? i think not.

maybe you missed something
pick the scab and clean the wound
so it can start to heal again
you just want to feel
the blood flow out
one last fucking time

that punched me the hardest.

 

[Dastrix Slogan]

Damn! So raw. Really good stuff, you are so consistant with your writing. Mad props!