Pathetic, Ugly, Ordinary
If I cut my wrist
And remove my hand,
Will I die from bleeding?
As I celebrate the pain
Of slowly losing sanity
Amidst the continuous
Draining of blood
From my head?
If I turn this light off
And lurk in darkness,
For all eternity,
Will your hand touch
My cold forehead?
And pray that my soul
May wander
Inside the recesses
Of your ever
Withering heart?
For this specter
That I call self
Is trapped at the center
Of my universe.
While everything else
Is rotating,
Living, loving,
Realizing.
And throwing scattered words
Of age and wisdom.
While I glutton over
Feelings of hate and love,
Over
And over
Again.
The only escape I see
Is to disappear…
Into the placid breeze
Like a speck of cremated dust.
And fly from your nose
To your lungs.
To smell your sentience,
Feel your heart,
And see the world
Through eyes
Of non-existence.
Forever…
So emoooooo. ahaha. Tsk. Nosebleed. You’re a good writer. hihi
y∆nny xkLusibO✿ said this on August 24, 2008 at 8:13 am
how d’you like the imagery? heehee.. and yeah, its supposed to be emo (with all the i-cut-myself-boohoo stuff, but then again, the title’s from an alesana song, haha).
thanks 4 the reaction. ur practically the 1st!
Jurz said this on August 24, 2008 at 8:39 am