Pain is red
Hate is black
Love is dull
Harm will react

Your legion of hurt
The carers of ache
The lovers of dark
Throbing with murk
The shadows of hope
Are putrid with gloom
Darkened with spirit
The character of will
Your multitude of broke
The promises scorched
The flowers refined
Are petite with despair
Desolation and hopelessness
Anguished with disgust
Your legion of filth
Marigolds of stain
Slain with contempt
Happiness disdained
Word's of love, disarmed
Childhood re-hot wired
Poppie's drinking/soaking up blood
Spirit leaving the body
To live the life of energy
With my broken promise of Nirvana
Is NOTHING.....


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I've given up an adiction that's been going on for year's (roughly around 5 yrs')
It was Self-Harm. It was one of the most god-awfull things to do but it had to be done, I've been about 8 months clean now and counting..:)
This poem is more about the atmosphere of what I had of self-harming ( which might sound strange ) which I ONCE found beautifull and charming.

Peace
Sour-Cherry aka Aleks