Wishful Dreams


Bloody wrist
on the arm
driping on the ground
total darkness
in the shadow
sweetness cut
in the deep
all alone
in the room
feeling down
from the pain

sweet hate
in the heart
lot's of pain
from being alone
more blood
driping down
all red
like the rain
remove this pain
from deep inside
heal the wound
from the heart
save me
from this darkness

one more wound
on the wrist
pain is goon
feeling good
now it's over
until morning comes

- Wishful Dreams -
- Denmark -

Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 22, 2009
Poem Edited: Thursday, October 22, 2009

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