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My Old Friend

 

 

I hold the razor

…my old friend

It slices deep and then I bleed

No pain yet

I am numb to the world

 

I’ve built everything up

I need some kind of release

With this ritual, all the sorrow goes away for a short while

I still hold the razor

I don’t stop

 

Another cut

Thoughts race through my head so fast

It doesn’t seem real

…This shouldn’t be real

I still hold the razor

I scream on the inside

No self control

I can’t stop



Another cut

Pain comes fast now

I am ashamed

Tears run down my face

I feel it sting; I still bleed

Now I can stop

When will this go away?

 

 

Jennifer Lynn Meek

10-11-04

 

submitted 10-13-04

 

From Steven
 
 
My scars bleed for you
My arms want to hold you...
they long to touch your face.
My body can not live without you
I can not be without you
I need you by me forever and always
 
Steven Kyle Clanton
10-20-04






Swept Away

This emptiness that surrounds me, it drowns me, I'm being swept away.

I'm suffocating,
still wrapped in my insanity.
Swimming towards the surface,
but being pulled back down.
I'm not afraid anymore...
I should be looking for a way out of this nightmare,
but I now feel right in this place.

This emptiness that surrounds me, it drowns me, I'm being swept away.

I hear your voice...
Screaming to me from above;
calling my name for me to come to you.
But I don't answer your beckoning now,
I don't need another friend.

This emptiness is surrounding me, drowning me, sweeping me away...
And I feel right in this place.

Jennifer Lynn Meek

Copyright ©2004 Jennifer Lynn Meek






Roses blossom…

Nectar of darkness…

All gather to watch this splendor.

Blood of angels feed the hunger...

When they drink they go insane.

Ripping people open,                   

Trying to find the blame

They eat the heart, they rape the soul…               

They hang the bodies on sharpened poles.

They catch the blood, They eat the flesh,

They burn the bodies ‘til nothing’s left…

 

This is what love does to you.

 

Steven Kyle Clanton   (c) 2005








































Heh...this is me and my sexy beast.

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