Crying Veins & Crying Eyes

The pain cuts like a razor into the flesh. Continually carving away, deepening the scars that line our mutilated faces. Our emotional suicide slowly eats away at our decaying soul. Depriving us of all hope. The light fades and disipates. It no longer exists in our agonizing being. It is lost forever. It was lost when the blood from our repeated wounds spilled onto the ground and formed a puddle at our feet. While the sharpened blade held in our trembling hands was stained... stained blood red.

The pain engulfs all of our decayed senses, strangling them. Leaving us no room to breathe. We are bound and gagged, by the noose of agony. Our soul has been ripped and shredded and left to lay and decay on the ground in our puddle of blood. Our escape and release. Our Savior. Our tears soften the long, bloody cuts of our mangled faces. The tears and blood swirl and mix at our feet. Our reflection is seen, our pain and our lifeless face is shown. Our veins have cried and stil they cry. Emptying us of all life.

The pain is subdued. The pain is left to rot like our dying body and dying soul.

by MrNobody
posted on 05/01/2007