Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: ghost by weaver

By weaver
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Tags: weaver, poem

let the twilight
mesmerise your soul..
freefalling deeper
into a miasma
of lost timelessness..
should you hold them
they would turn to dust
of nameless scapes
in strange dreams..
tossing restlessly
with no end in sight..
and you dont know
if the light you see
belongs in her eyes..
theres a word you cant find
in her faceless beauty
and a colour you cant name
on her gossamer dress..
she's running now
away from the spilling tears
like flowing blood
glistening splintered stars
its pain
but you're numb
blind..
close your eyes
hear the softvoices sing
of kaleidoscopic desires
sweet madness devours
tirelessly tugs
but theres no answer
in your senseless obsessions
still you cant stop spinning...
on the cutting edge
a blade of unconsuming blackness
a whisper on her lips
haunts your sleepless dreams
no one hears the screams
memories melt into cold fires
soulless eyes with no answers
ghosts with no past...
but echoes of her feet,
still sounds..
in the empty corridors
of your forgotten mind..
running....

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