MoRBiD MiNDs

Tonight’s the night for my feeding,
My soul – eternal bleeding.
I cry, I weep I spit and I moan,
Searching for something to call my own.
You left without your sad goodbye,
Called me up and spoke while you cried.
You told me not to go back to the spot,
To the object inside the old black pot.
The thing that sliced me thrice before,
Remember the knife I kept by the drawer?
Remember the days when ‘I love you’ was all we could say?
Now it seems that ‘just let me die’ is the phrase of the day.
We’re both aching and hurting—but yet so much in love,
I smile as I write your name inside a skull and a dove.
Representing eternity past death,
For our love will blossom until our last drawn breath.

by: Fragile Mind
© 2001 Fragile Mind (All rights reserved)

A Battle To Life

A life so black and dull
With no one
And nothing
Yet, the constant ache in my heart remains
But for how long?
Will it subside?
Die in time?
Or will it lurk in the dark depths of my heart forever?
For as it sits there, slowly eating away at my life
It blocks all light that try’s to find it’s way in
Maybe the only way to fight this is to take my life
Plunge a knife into my chest
Take a blade upon a vein
Shoot a bullet through my head
No matter what I do
The pain and memories remain

By: Fragile Mind
© 2001 Fragile Mind (All rights reserved)

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