Dead Parts

By Syphon

Tue, 05 Mar 2013
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When nothing makes sense and vomitting is the daily routine
When I can't bare the touch of another
And the darkness lights my only path
Repulsion and decay my reflection
Washing myself ten times a day
I still can't rid myself of the stench that was yesterday, last week, last month
When it happened

The light is hurting my eyes
So I stay in the shadows
To hide my truth
That when something wrong touches you
It leaves a permanent scar
The witnesses are those around you
With the memory of your secrets
That you hide in a jar
All the dead parts floating in vinegar
Are reminders that you keep like vacation mementos
Just like that hollow place in your chest
Where a heart used to beat
Am I a murderer?
When all I killed was me

Certificate PG
Poem
Love and Everything After
Love

Comments

Submitted by The Walrus on
When nothing makes sense and vomitting is the daily routine, When I can't bear the touch of another And the darkness lights my only path Repulsion and decay my reflection Washing myself ten times a day I still can't rid myself of the stench that was yesterday, last week, last month When it happened. I enjoyed this, Syphon, in my opinion the first stanza looks better set out as above (I've also corrected a couple of little typos, I hope you don't mind), but of course how you lay out your pieces is entirely up to you.

Submitted by Syphon on
Thank you for reading and for your comment and support Walrus, I really appreciate that. I will take a look at your recommendation above and give this some consideration to improve me piece. Many thanks. Cheers S :)