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what's the point in allt this screaming, you're not listening anyway


razor's edge uncut forever

you hit me, like nothing's ever hit me before. cut through me and my defenses as if there was no resistance. I throw myself at you, lay traps on your path. you shrug me off and go in a different direction. leaving me bleeding and a prisoner of my own devices.
you blind me, like not even the sun's blinded me before. you cloud my mind; spin me around as if your mere presence shut my senses down. I fight through the mist, try catching up with you. every time, you slip through my fingers, leaving them cold as ice.
you make me cry, like none ever has before. never will I touch you, kiss you, be yours. always will you cut me, walk away, leave me shivering. as if I'm no more than bloodless whispers in the wind.




Fri vers (Modernistisk dikt) av Yheela
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Publicerad 2010-08-10 08:54



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