Ink-Less Production

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No Promises but the Blade

The silver slides
Inside I writhe
Searing pain
Silent drops of red
Leaving my body dead
I spit the tears
Vulnerable and weak
Crying words I can’t speak
Questioning my existence
Wondering my instance
Ruining a day that isn’t mine
Living a lie and a crime
No wonder I wanna die
This is my last resort
But it’s come first
Skipped the coping
Lost all I’m hoping for
I run to the needle, the knife, the blade
Carving scars I can’t erase
My life isn’t the worst
I’m grateful, yet not worthy
I get more than I need
I hold more than I can keep
I’m the one to blame
It’s my own damn fault
I lock my problems deep in my vault
Wait til the time
Then I write a rhyme
And cut my forearm
Pathetic waste of air
Lying in space with no place to care
When it rains it pours
And that rain leaves pain
Alone and no fame
Bleeding out in the game
Test me
I will fail
Make me promise
And I won’t make it
I can’t escape the needle, the knife or the blade…

By: Seyek [Tortured Rose]