'Untitled' Poem by Chantelle Clark

See the wrists gleaming red.
Hear the screams fading away.
Hidious things that you said.
Now I am never going to stay.

Blood streams down
I smile at it's story.
Lost and never found...
Each dropp has it's glory.

Glory does not exist anymore
Not in this modern life.
Now its only bought in magazine stores.
Our fantasies filled with strife.

Problems arise...
and people just don't care.
A crisis will bring the demise
the end, its just not fair.

Fair is not an excuse
Life isn't what it used to be.
People are now easily amused.
Now being born costs a fee.

Live this life and you'll get hurt.
Live your way, die your way.
However now people are quite curt
When it comes to knowing they'll never stay.

Our blood is spilt and we must give.
Now we must repay.
The pain flows as I continue to live.
It will always be in my way.

Life is a mass of schemes.
Life is just a reason.
To live your life as a dream.
That I find is definite treason.

By Chantelle Clark.


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