deepundergroundpoetry.com

Tomorrow's Fetus

Tomorrow's fetus dies in the womb of todays dispair and in my rage I destroy yesterday

Life's neglect forcefeeds unkind thoughts down my throat yet still I starve and beg for more

This blade caresses my flesh,
the only contact that I long to feel so I kiss this blade and begin to mutilate

Like lambs to the slaughter so are my wrists a bitter sacrifice in which selfendulgance is my addiction

The blood flows like rivers
and flood this life with red pain, a colour so pure suicide could never whitewash away
Written by Thedeadinme
Published
Author's Note
A poem from long ago...ups and downs are the norm it seems...
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 0
comments 2 reads 280
Commenting Preference: 
The author is looking for friendly feedback.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 5:51pm by Josh
COMPETITIONS
Today 5:25pm by ajay
SPEAKEASY
Today 5:14pm by Phantom2426
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:20pm by Mstrmnd1923
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:45pm by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:39pm by nightbirdblue