I walk a blade edge of the knife
Between insane and comatose
Would it be a price or prize
If my tortured heart just froze?
Breathing hard to ward away
The heavy churning in my gut
Step by step I inch my way
On the verge-line of the jut
A vice-like, numbing grip of cold
Has begun to take its toll
Driving me one blink away
From a drastic downfall
I fall exhausted beyond words
Letting out a distorted rasp
Sprawled out on the ground
I fight for every single gasp
I close my tired, bloodshot eyes
Against the scalding glare of sun
To see a vermilion outburst
That to my heavy lids has clung
Like, in the winter’s biting wind,
A frozen blossom of a rose,
My body begs me to give in,
Into the leech-like deadly doze.
Control is slipping from my grasp
I am emotionally disintegrated
I lean towards the avalanche of numbness
And let myself be suffocated
Break-down point
© Copyright: Марина Фордвэкс, 2009
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I can't but write you again
I really wish I had imagination and skill like yours!
Томас Кромвель 19.07.2010 17:21 • Заявить о нарушении
I really wish I had imagination and skill like yours!
Томас Кромвель 19.07.2010 17:21 • Заявить о нарушении