Feeling the impurity in me,
I rubbed myself again.
The more rubbing,
the dirtier I felt.
The safer way was oblivion.
I knew.
But that had to be the last resort.
I knew.
A shiver ran through me.
I was a coward.
I was nt pure.
I rubbed again.
And blood oozed.
Rubbed sharper.
Blades shone.
Dribbling, I lost myself.
Into Oblivion.
2 comments:
The line in which Blade was mentioned suddenly made me dread ... !!
:)
I am happy it could bring emotions to people.
Fear is the most difficult. :) In poems at least..
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