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Cold steel on my tongue,
Iron taste at my wrist.
Becoming the metal I feel,
Sensations run wild inside.
As pain fades away
I feel my mind floating up.
Though trapped at the last exit,
I still escape from my life
Every fucking time.
The taste of blood passes my lips,
Cold washes over my body,
Cold like I once felt in my mind.
I take what I feel I most need,
Leaving you open and wanting
For the warmth of the sun to dry your tears.
I hurriedly scratch to you,
The words once passed through my lips.
My tongue rips open every time
I say those fateful words,
“I love you.”
Every fucking time.
The warm taste of death fills my mouth.
But the dying breath is mine,
His pain reflects back onto me.
And I’ve lost all control,
Peeling layer after layer from my mind.
Locked away my sanity
With a crimson key.
Time after time,
The pain more than enough to handle.
I’ve never tasted so sweet,
Never felt so free.
Never before, not as tonight.
Freedom never came before
With such a high price.
For red rubies he asks,
But all I can give
Are blood-stained blades,
And green-apple emeralds.
©2005-2009 ~ImmortalSlayer
:iconimmortalslayer:

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Yeah, again, Interview With The Vampire and me. . . . .

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:iconthenumberofthebeast:
Ooohhh... dark and lovely works are your last 2 poems...
More, please!

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Warriors walk alone
:iconimmortalslayer:
Thank you very much! I'm trying to write more, but sometimes it gets hard to escape the boring and overused phrases and themes.

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~Obey-Me

I used to stand for something
Now I'm on my hands and knees
Traded my god in for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G
:iconthenumberofthebeast:
You are totally right!
It is the same to me... often I write something, read it when finished and thash the paper.

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Warriors walk alone
:iconimmortalslayer:
Yeah, I've found that happening a lot. Or else I'll sit in front of a blank page for hours and only write maybe a line or two, if anything at all. I usually tend to attempt figuring what I'm going to say out in my head before writing it down.

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~Obey-Me

I used to stand for something
Now I'm on my hands and knees
Traded my god in for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G

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