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Linguistic Suicide
I pick up my pen
I write these words in red ink
With each letter the world gets more bleak
I savour my breath
As I sit in this tub
In a pool of these phrases
Every couplet and stanza
Filling it to the brim
Slowly taking me under
My pores ooze the metaphors
My slit wrists are a spoken word
Every pain I've felt from this life
Now I bleed this poetry
~ StarsAndScars
I write these words in red ink
With each letter the world gets more bleak
I savour my breath
As I sit in this tub
In a pool of these phrases
Every couplet and stanza
Filling it to the brim
Slowly taking me under
My pores ooze the metaphors
My slit wrists are a spoken word
Every pain I've felt from this life
Now I bleed this poetry
~ StarsAndScars
Published 30th Jan 2014
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30th Mar 2014 7:07pm
I felt the flow of the words. The words flowed from my tongue like electricity. Each word had a radiating power and emotion. I loved it. Thank you for the write.
