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Rivers Run Red
Scarred, You Left Me
In depths of my despair, only devils wait for me
Tortured by own self pity, Rivers of red escaping me
Fooled no more, your lies beseech you
Forgiveness, a luxury afforded me not
Staright edges, stained by my own ignorrance
No more Love lost, Freed from chains of innocence
Time escapes me, I fear They will come for me now
Surrounded, my demons call to me
The time has come, Was I expected to see?
My fate, my thoughts turn to mist now
My cards, all folded, this torment, Escape how?
Cry no tears for me, my last ones, in red
Plunged me further, my trapped insanity
Never seen this coming, only focussed on death
Thought i would never need you, your pity all I've left
Devoured, my soul its dragged, tattered
In pools of Maroon below
I hear the screams of tortured agonies,
To realize the one who is screaming is me
The gate has slammed shut, my shadows they taunt me
My memories, my misery, in death forever will haunt me
Save yourself this pain, drop the razors edge
For you too, with me, will swim the Rivers Of Red
In depths of my despair, only devils wait for me
Tortured by own self pity, Rivers of red escaping me
Fooled no more, your lies beseech you
Forgiveness, a luxury afforded me not
Staright edges, stained by my own ignorrance
No more Love lost, Freed from chains of innocence
Time escapes me, I fear They will come for me now
Surrounded, my demons call to me
The time has come, Was I expected to see?
My fate, my thoughts turn to mist now
My cards, all folded, this torment, Escape how?
Cry no tears for me, my last ones, in red
Plunged me further, my trapped insanity
Never seen this coming, only focussed on death
Thought i would never need you, your pity all I've left
Devoured, my soul its dragged, tattered
In pools of Maroon below
I hear the screams of tortured agonies,
To realize the one who is screaming is me
The gate has slammed shut, my shadows they taunt me
My memories, my misery, in death forever will haunt me
Save yourself this pain, drop the razors edge
For you too, with me, will swim the Rivers Of Red
Published 7th Jun 2010
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Anonymous
7th Jun 2010 5:09pm
This poem shimmers with a private pain so intense that it leaps forth and grabs the reader by the throat. I enjoyed this dark exposure of wounds very much.
7th Jun 2010 5:15pm
I try to portay the wounds as they are in my own suffering. Their not but far from my own experience just painted upon.
