Black Rose, Bleeding Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Frustration leaks through
It travels slowly
It seeps through my veins
A feeling—unholy
Frightened, and alone
Vacant and cold
I want to yell out loud
I feel withered and old
Debilitated, within
Yes, my soul, it is dead
I don't feel alive
And, can't seem to control
These thoughts in my head
I thought this was over
I thought that I'd freed it
There's no way I could be it
Or, try to believe it
My chest, it feels coiled
My thoughts are a mess
I feel like I'm forced into—
Playing a deadly game of chess
Which I am losing
I am not the winner
I move the pieces along
Like some psychotic craze-filled sinner
I keep touching filth
Which circles all around me
The filth takes over
It suffocates and surrounds me
I morph into something
Which I can't comprehend
Feeling like I'm jailed
As I head towards The Dead End
I fall to my knees
I holler out loud
I claw at the feet of—
Those who stand out in the crowd
But, my grip isn't firm
And I am forced to give up
And now the door closes
As I wilt, I watch it shut
Once more, I lose
Once again, I'm here
And my life, it is over
And I don't even care.

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