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"Closing Eyes"
The wound beneath me won’t allow comfort to exhale..
As I rise in the darkness of my covers I see no one..
Forgetting that I am the sky without blue
A bird with no wings ...
Yet knives cut away my pleasure..
I’m left alone to sweep the scars under the carpet..
I look in the empty space of nothing and think ..
When is this going to end..
As I rise in the darkness of my covers I see no one..
Forgetting that I am the sky without blue
A bird with no wings ...
Yet knives cut away my pleasure..
I’m left alone to sweep the scars under the carpet..
I look in the empty space of nothing and think ..
When is this going to end..
Published 20th Jan 2015
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20th Jan 2015 5:07pm
This is fine work. I can certainly feel how "knives cut away pleasure." In my case they're scalpels, but the end result is probably the same. "When is this going to end?" That's a tough call, but maybe we can learn to get by.
20th Jan 2015 5:40pm
Thank you. Not everyone can get by , we simply decide whether to do or just die.
