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 Dec 2013 Dark Smile
Sir B
"What weapons may I use?"
He asked,
"Anyone and anything you like,
knives are in the front,
guns in the back"
He replied.

"Knives.."
"They are the sharpest,
can cut through steel."
"...knives..."
"Sir, I believe something is wrong.
Please..., be quick"
".......knives"

He said and then fainted
Shopkeeper put him on a bed
and found scars on the boy's arm
long scars,
going from shoulder to wrist..
..they were on both hands
and the part between the wrist and elbow
were scarred so bad,
you were scared to touch the skin
then.. it hit him
The boy wanted to run away
from this world
and he didn't know where to stop and lay his head down
and he had chosen the shop
to symbolize that it had given him
relief in times of stress and horrible emotions
he wanted to be back from where he started
thus, he had laid, fallen, while talking
and there was nothing that could be done
-Speechless-
The leather caresses my back
You are my luscious snack
That which I lust after
Yet quite hate it thereafter
You remind me of my weakness
And teach me to forgo my meekness
The scars on my back never fade
Just like my other friend the blade
I see my best friend lying by the side
The liquid of life a little crusted and dried
The shiny gleam of it underneath the pain it buries
The shiny silver now a deep shade of berry
I'm never alone when I am with you
And I can never leave you
You always come through unlike others
You always work wonders
I will always love you
My precious taboo
 Dec 2013 Dark Smile
Kagami
Deserve
 Dec 2013 Dark Smile
Kagami
Karma is a *****.
You heard the saying so many times.
What goes around comes around.
The golden rule.
Whatever.

Karma is a *****.
But not to the people who deserve it.
The people who were the nice ones,
Who have  been suffocated;
Their payment is long overdue.
I know a lot of people, including myself,
That have struggled to be kind for so long.
They have completely possessed the person
They once were.


Lately I've been a *****.
Please forgive me.

Ive tried for so long.
And I can not deal with this anymore.
I feel the need to rebel.
Because it is something to do.

You would do it to.
And most likely have
If you have been as caged in
As I was.
Repost of the first poem I had on this account.
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