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Picked to Pieces
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Dark The coating underneath
Eats away at surface cracks
You peel layers of me
As if I'm scabby flesh
We work on me
Like we're dissecting the abnormal
Pushing and pulling
Vulnerability grows
Haunting trails of voices
Linger in the open world
Soon growing hands
Upon my neck to grasp
Eyes too tired to be vibrant
You've given me a sorrowful glow
Dark truths, a halo for my head
Misery flaunts an awful tone
I love the line "dark truths,
I love the line "dark truths, a halo for my head."
Thanks you :) ..seemed too
Thanks you :) ..seemed too fitting at the time.
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**
Vulnerability
Is not always a curse. Sometimes, it's just the doorway for the magic to find its way in. And I can clearly see, you already found the magic in your pen :)
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
I try to be open to my
I try to be open to my vulnerabilities but then sometimes it just eats you up; the difficult struggle between the two
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**
eyes too tired to be vibrant/
haunting trails of voices / good lines. this poem is beautiful and so are you.
Thanks for the kind words
Thanks for the kind words lizardking :)
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**
Very good
The feeling is so Real .
KS
It felt extremely real when I
It felt extremely real when I wrote it. Thanks for the words and read.
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**