myowndsign

after a long day of rest and today being a monday and i have off from work seems kind of boring just a tad bit. i dont know what to do just been creating some designs for contact boxs like crazy so i have written some poetry:


**A Flirting Suicide**

Flirting with the suicide
Is it time to twist the knife?
My tangled web that I weave
Playing god, for the end Ill heave
This is the day that it will all go away

A certain sign to the mess Ive made
For something dead thats what I crave
The sweet taste to flowing red from my vein
Just to relieve myself from all your pain

Your tapestry for your forgiveness
As I sold my soul to your Gods bitterness
Your hatred is what I make to create
The lies that you sent to conceive
My great solitude to my grave

Now its time to twist the knife
Watch me die, ending this life
One quick slit to my carving wrist
Here comes everything, all for nothing

A certain sign to the mess Ive made
For something dead thats what I crave
The sweet taste to flowing red from my vein
Just to relieve myself from all your pain

-=jd=-

i have been writing poetry for the past almost 6 years when i discovered i can write poetry ever since i had lost my grandpa yea it was a pretty tough time because i lost a close firend that same year which i found was king of ironic