No Escape

One of my more morbid works, written in a morbid mood, but describing what I feel deep inside, that no matter what happens, I won't ever escape the pain of my past.

My wrists are red, drenched in my pain,
I haven't succeeded, I'll do it again.
Blood flows freely, out of my life,
a way to end the pain, with the knife.

I scream to the void, nobody hears
I'm left alone, with my slit wrists and fears
I'd see myself dead, consumed by my past,
tears of blood I cry, this day is my last.

I can't go on, shackled to that night,
always in my mind, if never in my sight.
A crimson pool, adorns my floor,
I won't feel anything anymore...

Death is a friend, and I welcome the cold,
embrace from a friend, I did as I was told.
The fires of hell, they call for me,
and in never ending pain, I shall finally be free

Left alone with my pain, I've raised the blade,
the now worn scar, opened so much it won't ever fade,
a piece of me, an old friend to caress,
as it takes the flaring pain, making it less,

Even in hell, I can never escape,
not the pain of solitude, nor the pain of my rape...

Author's Note

Open to any kinds of reviews, good or bad.

Reviews

[Blue Belle]

Love the descriptiveness and the emotion put into this.