Everything falls apart under my touch.
Everything rots under my gaze.
Everything crumbles within my presence.
You know what they say -
A bad apple rots the whole barrel.
I'm the bad apple.
My heart's made of stone.
My blood is black.
My eyes shine red.
I hurt everyone, everything.
Anything I come across
Is at my mercy.
I'm too scared to stop it.
Too scared of the knife in my hand.
What a coward.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|taylor james (220.127.116.11) -- Sunday, March 6 2005, 09:29 pm|
agen wkd poem cant wait to venture into more depth of ur work absolutley fantastic :P:P
|LBK (18.104.22.168) -- Saturday, March 12 2005, 12:47 am|
"I hurt everyone, everything."...This was a time where you thought you hurt everyone huh?...You only hurt me because you pushed me away...Don't go away again...
|Raimee (22.214.171.124) -- Sunday, March 27 2005, 10:45 pm|
I'd rather you did something about it then apoligise. But I'd love you no matter what you do, always remember that. Nice poem though, it's really effective.
|Mike (126.96.36.199) -- Thursday, April 7 2005, 03:33 pm|
Raimee, the poem says sorry because I don't have the courage to end it, not because I'm sorry for who I am.. :|
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