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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Blinded In Sight

Leave us alone
To burn
To cut
To scar
To feel the reflection
of hell
On our bodies
don't open my door
Ask me what's wrong
I like the ruby red sheets
That made me you rush me
To the mental ward
Which gave me nothing
Not even pills
Just words 
The only gem I know
Ruby red
I'm blind to myself
Knowing only suffering
Conceived in pleasure 
That was not my own
The womb that bore me
Gave me nothing more
Than this you see now
A washed up disaster 
Of a budding woman
That lives in the soul 
Of a broken child

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