February 12,2011A Poem by Cadence DementiaIt never gets old, The same bull s**t of being sold. I'm a doormat, a depraved beauty Drowning in tragic depression Wrapped up in wounded treachery. Oh i wish i could ignore me. Do not touch me. Do not read me. Do not see me. Do not me. Spare me The lonely beauty of street scum, Bitter cold monotony blistering and Gushing about prodding eyes; Wicked complications that are only Masking a smokey crank haze Slurring my cognitive promise, Surrounded by mirrors and razor blades. Deep inside i am shaking. I am completely and utterly afraid. and even worse, I know i am not safe with "the monster". Desperate for my release. Still there is some masochistic piece of me that agreed. © 2011 Cadence Dementia |
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Added on February 20, 2011 Last Updated on February 26, 2011 Author
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