The loss I need A whisper of the truth I find Inside the chasm of my mind For all I seem to be is just a liar if only to me The lies I tell my self Like cuts are wounds to harm myself Before the world can cause wounds to me So I live life as I always bleed Hoping not to feel the stings from being as open as Ive been The pain never comes when letting in But when those let in leave again Often leaving with wounds unplanned These hurt more than those by my hand Cause worst than the blood I spill willingly Is the shock of those that leave But no longer can I keep This habit of bleeding lest I end deceased I choose to stop the cuts from my own hand And leave for the shock of those that leave Because that blood is worthwhile to bleed For the pain they cause Makes life worth living And any slight against me worth forgiving For the joyous moments Fleeting but sublime Are the food that nourishes the mind It nourishes the soul And keeps the body warm on cold rainy nights This pain is one of the worlds true delights And while Ive tried to inoculate my self from its poisonous stings It is the stuff that balladeers sing Its why men live and fight and die Its the reason that tears may be cried So I will remain open, for the wounds to sting Though they cause me to bleed This loss Is the loss that all men need.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 19:37:08 +0000
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