Matthew Westy

Bleeding Mind - Poem by Matthew Westy

I feel a glowering darkness inside me
I feel an evilness burn like hell
All the death that lies behind me
Screaming voice, yea I’m not well

I see the shining aid of my knife
I feel it sliding through the flesh
Streaming blood is taking a life
And the darkness is again fresh

Everything I hate I’m setting free
Escapes my soul in the killing cut
My bleeding mind is asking me
It’s my fate, it’s my what?

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009

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