 Journal: bleed preview
-------------------------------------------Mood: DeadI am a child empty and cold,
lost in the darkness.
I’ve been threatened with hell
Then told my dreams would guide me safely,
I was led to believe that dreams will come true,
but faced with the reality that there is no good,
for me, a child born to bleed.
Hope, the illusion that all will be well,
keep some alive, and kills everyone else.
When surrounded by death and pain,
with only a window of everyone else’s joy,
what emotion is left,
but the will to bleed.
my father, my protector,
he kept me safe from all me pains.
my mother, my stronghold,
if ever my pain took hold,
she was there to make it well.
Without my father, the pain takes hold,
without my mother, it never lets go,
and slowly it drips out of my,
as i lay on my floor and bleed quiet tears.
...Created 2005-10-21 16:18:07 |
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