My Secret
Let the blood run
Let the poison spread
Mix them and smile;
You were already killing me in a different way.
Speak of Hell all you want to...
Bring it here to me, for me, it's nothing,
for I am already in a far worse place.
Broken and bleeding, trapped in the cold labyrinth of my mind;
and alone, so alone.
Sharp nails scrape a jagged path across my wrist,
digging deeper,
searching for the core.
What is there, to keep me anchored here?
Please let there be something, anything...
Seek and you will find.
But I am the exception, and the darkness comes to devour me.
You don't dare to ask what it's like in there?
Well, good, because I cannot tell you.
To share this with you would be to draw you down with me,
to the center and out again would be impossible;
for once They taste yoou, They will not stop till you are no more...
I go where you cannot follow.
Copyright © Sara Keck | Year Posted 2005
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