LPtheory88
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I wrote the first poem about a year ago and "Building Tension" about 2 months ago.
As this angel lay broken,
Her spirits dying.
She has not yet woken
For she is vying
For his one last token.
He’s in her every dream,
In all her thoughts of the past.
She thought they were a team,
But that thought didn’t last.
She sees things through a different light
Now that he’s gone away.
Her world is no longer bright,
More like a shade of grey.
Her snow colored wings
Are now black with hate.
She threw out all his things
Although it was too late.
This angel still lays broken…
Building Tension
Slowly the tension builds inside of me
Like the land before an earthquake, steadily building.
I want to cut, want to bleed.
Release the negative energy from inside of me.
The tears stream down my face,
Why do I feel so out of place?
Something’s lacking in my soul
Tearing from the inside, trying to take control.
I’m lost, confused, and in a daze
Life contains dead ends, much like a maze
Hoping the mental blocks are just a phase.
Something’s missing,
The knife in the drawer
Waiting to gain strength and bring it to the core.
The core where my past and memories lie.
The core from deep inside that tells me I want to die.
I can no longer resist the temptation
It seems the only form of relaxation
Comes in the form of a blade.
As long as my knife stays under my pillow, I’ve got it made
Made in the shade, when the sun goes down.
The darkness consumes me and protection is found.
The absence of light caresses my body.
Slowly the tension is released from inside of me.
As this angel lay broken,
Her spirits dying.
She has not yet woken
For she is vying
For his one last token.
He’s in her every dream,
In all her thoughts of the past.
She thought they were a team,
But that thought didn’t last.
She sees things through a different light
Now that he’s gone away.
Her world is no longer bright,
More like a shade of grey.
Her snow colored wings
Are now black with hate.
She threw out all his things
Although it was too late.
This angel still lays broken…
Building Tension
Slowly the tension builds inside of me
Like the land before an earthquake, steadily building.
I want to cut, want to bleed.
Release the negative energy from inside of me.
The tears stream down my face,
Why do I feel so out of place?
Something’s lacking in my soul
Tearing from the inside, trying to take control.
I’m lost, confused, and in a daze
Life contains dead ends, much like a maze
Hoping the mental blocks are just a phase.
Something’s missing,
The knife in the drawer
Waiting to gain strength and bring it to the core.
The core where my past and memories lie.
The core from deep inside that tells me I want to die.
I can no longer resist the temptation
It seems the only form of relaxation
Comes in the form of a blade.
As long as my knife stays under my pillow, I’ve got it made
Made in the shade, when the sun goes down.
The darkness consumes me and protection is found.
The absence of light caresses my body.
Slowly the tension is released from inside of me.