Fear From My Heart

The urge has come back to give into the attack

But if you do then you will die

or be fighting to stay alive.

I don't want to giv in and let my feelings win,

but if I go back, then it wins, my heart and soul,

are going to be dead.

My light has burned out and the fire left me with some scars;

Broken and torn stuck behind a prisoners doors.

But I am innocent of all crime except unto myself guilt comsumes me.

Because If I go back then my heart stos beating.

The blood overflows, my viens are cut, ripped, DAMN IT I MESSED UP!

So now I cry as I get burned alive,

and by the crimson river on my arm,

it flows until it dies.

Until me, myself, and I die.

 

 

 

Sweetie please don't die that way.    ~Beauty Mistaken For Disaster 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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