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    myOtaku.com: kittykatangel


    Saturday, June 4, 2005

    Poetry
    This is someone's (not saying who) and they wanted me to put this up so I did. They're not done yet, so I'll be modifying a bit. Tell me what you think and I'll tell them. Doesn't have a name either. It's kinda dark though...

    Cutting myself,
    the blood flows free,
    Taking away
    the painful parts of me.
    The blood that binds me
    to life like a liquid rope,
    flows thick and crimson,
    just taunting me to cope.
    It's staining my hair red,
    which falls down my back;
    black like an endless void,
    reminding me what I lack.
    My heart, dead and cold,
    lies still inside my chest;
    My soul feels pain,
    unable to rest;
    My mask, emotionless and secret,
    once easily slipped into place,
    hiding all that was me,
    shielding my face.
    Now it slips slightly,
    when I need it most,
    revealing me now and then,
    appearing like a ghost;
    The wall around my heart,
    that kept others away,
    now starts to crumble,
    at the dawn of every weary day;
    My eyes, distant and empty,
    never deceived anything of me,
    show my emotions now,
    letting others see;
    These are the keys to my heart,
    the locks to the seal.
    They are windows to my heart,
    to what I really feel.
    As I drown
    in the waves of my despair,
    others go on in life,
    they don't notice or care.
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