A cutters night

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  1. jjustme

    jjustme Guest

    A cutters night

    In the darkness of the night,
    We feel more lonely then ever.
    In the silence of the night,
    We can't fall asleep.

    When we take our knives,
    And bring them down to our skin,
    In the violence of the night,
    We make a cut,
    Till the blood flows,
    In the violence of the night.

    Because this is how we feel tonight
    This is how we pray tonight
    This is how we change,
    When the day turn into night.

    A bloody mess
    Which will happen tonight
    A bloody mess
    Guild and happyness.

    We clear up the mess,
    And hide our cuts,
    Hide our knives,
    And hide our scars,
    Until the next worse night.

    We only know,
    The power of pain.
    We'll never forget,
    The power of blood.

    Because this is how we feel tonight,
    This is how we pray tonight,
    This is how we change,
    When the day turn into night.

    When the sun comes up,
    And the night is gone,
    We can fall asleep,
    We're not longer alone.

    We forget about the night,
    And fake our smiles,
    We walk through the days,
    Till the night comes again.

    We only know,
    The power of pain.
    We'll never forget,
    The power of blood.
     
  2. Lost Disciple

    Lost Disciple Well-Known Member

    ...this describes tonight perfectly....

    Thank you for sharing. It was an excellent poem! Very well written.
     
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