To cry

the words
blisters on my skin
exploding

the eyes
point me out
hatebrewers

the fingers
piercing my body
innocence

the air
dark, used
struggeling

the heart
descending

and still
i`m unable
to cry



Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2006-05-22 at 22:14

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Morpheus
There comes a point where pain no longer hurts. It bleeds our soul of its happiness, and takes our breath away.

I like this.. a lot.
2006-05-23



we all find ourselves
struggling....
at some point in time
or other
and when we face it
we sometimes
find numbness set it
shocking
to sight and sking
2006-05-23