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Crystal Arney Poem
Dark Sensations
My Darkness, my Darkness, is closing in.
Whispering sensations across my skin.
The craving for that blissful kiss,
My mind's distracted with the mess,
My darkness doesn’t have to tell me twice,
To get my pain relief I must roll the dice,
Will it be the pills that kill me from within?
The blade that slices up my skin?
Or maybe the rope that dangles around my neck?
I just don’t know, my mind’s a wreck.
I need your voice to tell me no,
Because I’ve got no place to go.
Darkness so loud I can’t hear you,
Screaming for me to come back to.
So I roll the dice, I get a ten,
Either way, my Darkness wins.
Copyright © Crystal Arney | Year Posted 2018
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Crystal Arney Poem
My mind uses my body as a crutch.
My smile is used to hide too much.
The brown eyes that I often wish were blue,
Shed so many tears but never give away any clues.
My laugh that sounds like an echo of my soul.
Not even that gives away that Im not whole.
The skin that keeps me from fading,
Rarely scars so no one can see my paintings.
Now its time for my brain to come together.
To make all my pain as light as a feather.
Only a few hear my confessions.
Then they, too, see my false impressions
Copyright © Crystal Arney | Year Posted 2018
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