Posted by lemonaide on August 18, 2008, at 21:51:07
Hold me up,
Breaking pieces
Pierce me
From within
Like a
Kidney stone,
Stripping my
Myelin sheaths
To bare bone
Exposed Nerves
Unprotected from
The reality
Of my knell heart
Summoning a
Death of
My Soul
Of what
Can't be
Even if I
Still feel it,
Wanting to
Cut him out
Like a poison,
Like cancer,
of a growing
Resentment,
That feels
Like a slow death
That paralyzes me.
poster:lemonaide
thread:847109
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/psycho/20080810/msgs/847109.html