Gone

Some scars left are so deep, the crease is sobering.
GoodEnough09 GoodEnough09
46-50
11 Responses Jul 20, 2010

The more of me you use ensures my Immortality; (thief)

Bane of my existence ....my tormentor.... sustenance of my soul...

Love took more than it ever gave back. Beloved parasite.

words and actions piercing....tearing...never to be whole again...

(I'm) voodoo doll of angry child, seeking vengance on her dad.

And the echo ceases....unheard by caring ears...falling...fading....

Striated bars graffiti my soul; obsidian cries for help echo.

Scars , myriad and deep....and multiplying exponentially by the day.......

Some see what I can not; hope lives buried under scars.

Hope can prove allusive...even though you want it deperately......

The condemned are on borrowed time; survival prolongs agonizing death.