- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Bleeding Out
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Author's note: I wrote this for a dear friend of mine who suffers from PTSD due to abuse as a child. He is a good man. If you've never been there, you can't possibly know...
BLEEDING OUT
Memories split like razors across my back
Crimson screams that turn my soul black
In the name of love I bleed again
My blinded eyes to the wages of sin
A fistful of rage strikes my boyish face
Hammering down at a furious pace
Like a mouse at the end of the chase
I dangle from the jaws of disgrace
Each memory I seem to file away
Like morbid trophies for a rainy day
When clouds reflect my blackened soul
Like a gunman on a grassy knoll
A smile and a wink to put on a shine
To prove to the world that I'm just fine
Song and a dance to erase all doubt
So that no one knows that I'm bleeding out...
- COMMENTS
Dark_Destinyover 11 years agoAuthorchildhood trauma is a "dark destiny" all it's own. and those are journeys no one deserves to take.
