Open Wounds
My mind switch by blade, the return of a queen, awaits - My brain shocked with chemicals, can never fade - Not by a tree, not in her shade - I climb the impossible, never a hill - Death and her legions, torture souls for the kill - I do not defend the lost, never defeat the dead, your spirit will be, the cost - My heart of stone, protected by a cage of ribs - Feelings so unconcious, i want to scream. am i trapped inside a butterflies dream - My veins streams with blood, spilling from my arms, a cut - Open wounds rapped with dirty stiches, my brain smacks my fearfull wishes - I stand on the moon, i blow kisses to earth - I am bend around the knife, which acts as a spoon
poem by Unic Cjonr
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