Torn

Someone get me out

Can anyone hear me

I've been screaming out loud

Ever since she turned away

I've been stuck in here for days

Everything in here is a lie

The blood is seeping through my eyes

The other side is barricaded with her thorns

Trying to make it through has my body so ripped and torn

How many holes can my body sustain

I keep bleeding but I no longer sense any pain

This must be the sign of death on its way

I wish i could make her pay

Laying down here in her thorns

My head has become something torn

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Posted by Sad Sara 2008-03-03 16:07:25 Tortured... Poetry is some of the most intense work I happen upon, I love yer passion that's fer sure, it's raw and almost makes me feel anxious as I read it, but yer abilitly to remain within Poetic grace keeps me from going into full blown panic attack. hehe I enjoy reading yer work, it's always real and Poetically sound. Take care, 'Anna + Report this comment

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