Razorblade Kiss Poems
|1.||The Merry-Go-Round Melody||4/14/2006|
|3.||Coming Soon (From The Desk Of The Watcher)||4/14/2006|
|4.||Death’s Call (From The Desk Of The Dieing)||4/14/2006|
|10.||My Words Fall On Deaf Ears...||4/14/2006|
|11.||Need A Title||4/14/2006|
|14.||Tears Of Blood For My Valentine||4/14/2006|
I sit alone pondering the mysteries of life.
A blade in my hand.
What happens when it ends?
Is there some better place that we go?
A man steps out of the darkness and says it will be ok.
I nod my head and make the cut.
The blood seeps out like an erupting volcano.
They say that those closets to death know all the answers in the world.
They lie, I found no answers to what I seeked.
Instead what I found was pain.
Pain of my life that has past.
Now as blood runs down my lifeless fingers.
And I take my last breath; the man from the shadows takes form.
I am grim reaper black deadly at times,
mysterious dark, stightly depressed
I am always prepared to win a fight
but deep down inside I am a tint of bubble gum pink
laughing, playing, wild, free
being with my friend and hanging out
unfortunately they are both me
light and dark.
What a contrast?