4-7-04
lured by the promise
of release from the pain
told that i had
nothing more to gain.
erasing the feelings
that build up inside
so i can hold more pressure
with my arms open wide.
the silver gleams
against the bright light
the first drop of crimson
she squeals in delight.
using her body as a canvas,
the artist takes her tool
not liking herself
for acting as a fool.
she uses this new thing
to act a repentance
for all her evil deads
she must take the stance.
crying in pain,
begs for it to end
her spirit is wavering
and hurts need to mend.
what once seemed right
and a good way to go,
now has trapped her in this madness
in a grip that won't let go.
she's falling further
but trying to hang in
refusing to quit,
she won't let them win.
your grip is sure
your promise true
but she cannot believe
there's anything you could do.
pushing you away
is not what she wants
although they come out
and you hear their taunts.
she's alone and scared
to let you come close by
in case you leave her
alone to die.
she has never known
somebody who cared,
someone who wanted to come close
and hold her when scared.
she doesn't know what it means
and cannot understand
why you would want to stay
and hold her hand.
these riddles are to show you
what all is inside
everything that we are
so desparately trying to hide.
she won't let us out
and have our fun
wants us to say goodbye
but not to be done.
scared to live on her own,
she doesn't know how
she wants us all here
forever and now.
will she make it out?
no one can fortell.
there are too many secrets
she can never tell.
too much in her mind,
that she cannot ever see
she wouldn't be able to live
if she really knew what used to be.
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