segunda-feira, 2 de março de 2015

http://emmana.tumblr.com/post/112557456698/i-take-my-blade-to-make-sure-im-not-going-to

I take my blade
To make sure I’m not going to fade.
I land on my feet
When I bleed.
The monologue inside of me
Hurts the soul
I feel like a red sea.
I’m pouring my violent emotions
In constant motion.
Who looks at me isn’t sure if I’m a person or a wound
I’m a torment unsound
Ready to be found.
I shatter from inside out
I cry with all my doubts.
The hunger consumes my heart
It turns inside like a fist into a wall
I stare blankly into the floor below
And pray to not fall.

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