stare into the emptyness
that is me
a black hole
to draw you in
voices screaming in the brain
only lost your only kin
lay them to rest
assume they are dead
four blue eyes
two sets of wings
now gone forever
a toast to them
i push the blade thru soft skin
i bleed for them
i bleed again
lost within this ever
winded
lost without this never
minded
lost eternal when
torn from my breast
the flesh i created
screams in the night
i couldn't answer
i'm a disaster
the world spins faster
i close the casket
as it pierces my soul
straight through my heart
turning it cold
cold as the blade
before blood warms its soul
gives it the power
a toast to them
and to that i bleed again...
and again...
© 2007 denver nitze
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