Bleed

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Bleed

Bleed....

Alone in a box of wood and stone.

I fall to my knees, i can't see anymore.

Alone I reach for Solice.

None to be found in my world of lost thoughts,only wispering sounds.

Tears fall , wasted on the floor.

I beg for mercy, I beg for more.

Bleed....

The night mocks me.

I'm alone in a box of wood and stone.

Thats what it is, thats what it was.

Nothing more nothing less.

The world around me falls.

I am nothing now,I once was.

Bleed.....

Head pounding, tears drying.

What am I doing.

I'm silently dying.

No one will know, no one will care.

For I am of many, would they know that I was here.

Bleed.....

In a world laced with the coldest embrace.

That I am familar.

That leaves me here to waste.

With closed eyes I see..... Is that the sun trying to find me.

Alone in a box of wood and stone.

I hide in a corner.

Begging to see no more.

Bleed....

~jeNy~

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countryboy1988 commented on Bleed

09-19-2009

i know exactly how you feel i can relate to tha same things here that was a great peace and welll writting

Benjamin commented on Bleed

02-20-2009

Well as you can easily tell, it's far from my own style. It's so haunting and repetitive I like how you kept the wood and stone throughout the entire piece, not to mention "Bleed...." The rhyme with "floor" and "more" made me wish for more rhymes though lol and for consistancy's sake you might want to tweak that?

dannyrobertm commented on Bleed

02-15-2009

i like this one pretty well. everybody can relate to the stagnation preceding the boredom before the merely uninteresting shit that goes down in most of our lives.

joanlorraine commented on Bleed

02-13-2009

Bam! I not a poetry expert but, this is really good!

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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