Wordless

[Graveyard Goddess]

Sometimes I miss
Those little
hearts and scars
Of flesh, fuel and fire
Acrylic on canvas
Raising the glass
To the past's ways of
Razor blades
And tact

An art that once surfaced
The whitest of walls
Painted like stars on velvet
Blood on snow
Surreal. Horrific.
Beautiful.
How I miss
Those whispered words

Now I want my way out
Back to the cutting room floor
With frostbitten glass oceans
drowning mermaids
Screaming SOS
"save me from myself"
Words spelt out in seashells
in blood on the sand
At least then
I had words

For I am no longer happy
In this place that’s too real
Inside these white walls
Of my little house with
White picket fence
I am Wordless

[Leash]

Such a strong and honest piece of writing.. You truly show yourself to us. I havent gone through what you describe, but I felt close to you as I read.. Felt like it could have been me if I had gone down a different path.

With frostbitten glass oceans
drowning mermaids
Screaming SOS
"save me from myself"'

This one bit felt al ittle out of place. Maybe I dont know some background info? I dont know what the ocean and mermaid imagery is in reference to. Tears?

[lanaia74]

Very powerful and exceptionally done!

[Graveyard Goddess]

yeah tears. and the feeling of drowining. thanks for your comments though ill see about editing it a bit.
Im glad you enjoyed