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Sweet Bitterness
Sweet Bitterness,
the smooth touch of steel,
the color of red.
I said i wouldn't do it again,
but the demon hungers.
Oh, how he presses,
whispering sweet promises in mine ear,
trailing the veins,
as tears of blood trinkle down.
Beauty by my side,
now lying in this bed,
for in the heat of the moment,
it was pure ecstasy inside of my head.
Darkness closes in,
everything starts to spin,
a cut to much,
as this river begins.
Sweet Bitterness,
the smooth touch of steel.
Who would've thought,
that this sickness could kill.........
the smooth touch of steel,
the color of red.
I said i wouldn't do it again,
but the demon hungers.
Oh, how he presses,
whispering sweet promises in mine ear,
trailing the veins,
as tears of blood trinkle down.
Beauty by my side,
now lying in this bed,
for in the heat of the moment,
it was pure ecstasy inside of my head.
Darkness closes in,
everything starts to spin,
a cut to much,
as this river begins.
Sweet Bitterness,
the smooth touch of steel.
Who would've thought,
that this sickness could kill.........
Published 21st Aug 2012
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21st Aug 2012 7:53pm
It's dark ok, disturbing and to me ambiguous which increases the unease. It could be about self-harm, harm of another, or drug abuse. Either way, unsettling stuff.
You say you're a musician. Can I hear any of your stuff on the internet?
You say you're a musician. Can I hear any of your stuff on the internet?
21st Aug 2012 10:54pm
Great poem it really describes how somebody feels when they cut it is sweet bitterness
22nd Aug 2012 1:00am
its pointed towards, a recovering cutter. one that said would never do it again, but down the road it all came crashing down and to much to bear, so went back to that old addiction, and the rest is.... well you can see.... thanks for the feed back
