Perfect Fool

Rookie (03/01/90 / Knebworth, Hertz)

Drawn Across Milk White - Poem by Perfect Fool

I love that feeling
It’s a sharp edge, a sharp point
Cold steel’s a comfort
Drawn across milk white

I love the colour
Rose-red streams happily
Pressure gladly vented
To watch it pour

I hate my hate
My love of pain
Hold on tight
Cause I'm still alive

Look at what I’ve become
It’s so worthless, insignificant
Useless existence I know
But I'm still here

Looking at the wreckage of flesh
The beautiful skin ruined now
The peach, now bruised and broken
Inside, red as blood

Maybe I am a depressive
Trying to make ‘me’ work
But I'm alone in my thoughts, my spinning head
I suppose that’s how I'll stay


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 31, 2005



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