Bled Ingot

No heart to love 

remove the other too

words painted on the walls

echoing truth.

Feeling hollow...

Promises were made to fools, 

if only I had known...

Maybe I'm afraid of you

Stick the needle in.

Heavy...

May I excuse myself,

I'm used to being alone

I laugh at myself,

I have created my own cell.

I'm beside myself,

ignoring the haunted memories.

Standing on an overpass...  

I threw you away here once.

Death come quickly...

On a rose cross I remain, 

blood spilled I will take my shame. 

Take this out of me, make me numb.

Love  is short...

Oh my God what have you done...

Stick a needle in, so you can have fun.

Oh my God what have you done...

These veins are dead.

In my hell, I made for myself,

heaven cried for me,

the angels died for me,

the sadest I've ever been.

Ruptured...

get born again,

relive the suffering,

the end that never came,

Love is my blame,

I am filled with hate.

Watch her walk away,

death creeping in,

I'm alone again.

All secrets known...

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Phillip- one of your best poems. I feel the anguish in this .. you have written this s well and with such feeling. "Standing on an overpass I threw you away here once"...
Very well written- last line is a bit of a mystery... All secrets known...
Good to read you again :)

Chloe

[Phillip J Clayton]

Thank you luv :),
I'm glad you could appreciate it, it's quite heavy if i don't say so myself.it's closest to home, i think more than nay of the others.

I'm glad to be back lets see how lon i can stay inspired shall we ;)