The Black Knight
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Ok now this poem is a little different the how I usually write, yes it is still a dark poem
I could never stop writing dark poetry
But I am trying a different style
And for those that are reading my poetry for the first time, I always write dark and NO I am not an EMO so save it.
I hope you would enjoy it
Tell me what you think
Trying to erase what hurts
Trying to hurt what cannot be erased
Waves of despair consumes my breath
Whispers of urge eating my eyes
Dragged my soul for to long in shattered images
But why is it all here?
Yet again I swallow my razor sharp words
I feel all the images and voices
That tears at me and clings to my cursed memory
My pal elastic skin
Is repelled by the stench of my sin
Throbbing mind, disorganized my the fine cut
I find my self carving my name
On the wooden floor with my finger nails
Maybe this time it would taste differently
The hair on my arms start to swing and sway
To the melody of my desired pain
The smell of spelt coffee disconnects me from my thoughts
The world starts to spin
I start to rake my throat
I am looking…searching
But where? Where?
And then…
It all stops, as my smile starts to creep
I wash it all down…I wash it all away
With my pain killers
ok great silver
thanx this is what im looking for
trying to find my strength and weekness
thank you
I could never stop writing dark poetry
But I am trying a different style
And for those that are reading my poetry for the first time, I always write dark and NO I am not an EMO so save it.
I hope you would enjoy it
Tell me what you think
Trying to erase what hurts
Trying to hurt what cannot be erased
Waves of despair consumes my breath
Whispers of urge eating my eyes
Dragged my soul for to long in shattered images
But why is it all here?
Yet again I swallow my razor sharp words
I feel all the images and voices
That tears at me and clings to my cursed memory
My pal elastic skin
Is repelled by the stench of my sin
Throbbing mind, disorganized my the fine cut
I find my self carving my name
On the wooden floor with my finger nails
Maybe this time it would taste differently
The hair on my arms start to swing and sway
To the melody of my desired pain
The smell of spelt coffee disconnects me from my thoughts
The world starts to spin
I start to rake my throat
I am looking…searching
But where? Where?
And then…
It all stops, as my smile starts to creep
I wash it all down…I wash it all away
With my pain killers
ok great silver
thanx this is what im looking for
trying to find my strength and weekness
thank you