Eating Glass

by kissmecannibal

February 1, 2014

Light never seemed to touch that well,

flow so well that my fantasy comes to play

with reality,

leaving the dust behind

I twaddle to the sun,

walking through the desert you

could never tell that I had no soul,

no angel face but demon eyes,

watching the world pass by,

I am a shadow of myself,

trying to keep this feeling under content,

your made of version of me,

I sit in the middle of the sand,

eating glass,

feeling the cuts

after cut,

I choke on blood and lay there....

feeling my heart beat get dimmer,

and dimmer,

till I almost think I see God...

almost

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I am 19, in college. I live in wisconsin, and I love to write and listen to music. I really like firsts that leads me to trouble. About me: I love writing, mostly poetry and I love reading. Twitter: https://twitter.com/kissmecannibal Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/user/OpenHeartScars Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/amanda.day.3139 Wordpress: http://kissmecannibal.wordpress.com/ Storywrite: http://storywrite.com/Kiss_Me_Cannibal Speaker.Com: http://www.spreaker.com/user/kissmecannibal/poetry Figment: http://figment.com/users/360362-Amanda-Day

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