The Surgery of Me (poem)

[thejohnnygrr]

I reach out into night
and my hand grips hold my knife
a handle without a blade
until a swift motion my wrist has made

a jagged razor's edge
has become my only friend
that glistens in the light
as i spill my blood in spite
of all those years ive feared
and those tears that disappeared

but the memories, they stay
just to haunt me everyday
and this sick game you play
causes me to fade away

and so i bleed myself dry,
but an empty coffin is left behind
for i shall never die,
but rather suffer through this life


.:JohnnyGrr:.

 

[yeefoo]

y r u posting all these poems on a marijuana forum? im sure their are poem forums out their

 

[Burn1Quick.42o]

Thats one of the downsides of dealing

Ppl have a tendency to try and stab you