Treasure Island

charlotte marie peachey

(03-06-1990 / portsmouth uk)

her last sin


she sits in a corner and cries
hollow and empty theres no soul left in her eyes
not knowing where shed went wrong
hoping the pain wouldnt last to long

a heart filled with shame
her mind filled with blame
sitting on the floor her life in her hands
quiet me, control me the voice inside demands
pulling out the razor and slicing her skin
trying to tranquillize the voice that's living within
watching as the crimson blood begins to flow
not knowing this time how far she'd go
blood begins to pool upon the floor
reaching over and slashing once more
deliberately, the voice echo's inside her head
go ahead now, finish your better of dead
gradually silencing; that voice that lived within
never returning for she'd just committed HER LAST SIN

Submitted: Sunday, January 10, 2010
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