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heh..i figured ill post another poem, since yami asked me too
its one of my first bleeding poems...
..and for the record..its not about Mariposa..its abou the first one...
..the first peson i loved...a long, long time ago...
enjoy

Bleeding and Broken

My arm bleeds once more..
Tears stream down my face once more..
The pain of my past consuming once more..
Like a fire..
A raging fire burning in me
A fire made stronger by my blood
Made stonger by my tears
Made stronger by my hate..
I fought for you
I helped when you needed me
I showed you how i was
Yous said you loved me...
You said you loved me with all your heart and soul..
Then...
You say you were just using me...
Using me as a way out of your pain...
And now that your better...you dont need me anymore..
Then you left me here..
You left me in the darkness when i needed you most!
You ran away!
You left me to die!
You left me...broken..bleeding..
And the darkness consumed me...
The darkness became a part of me..
..I died that day...
..that cold November day...
..you remebr dont you?
..you said u loved me that day..
..then a week later you say you were just using me
you remember dont you?
i know i do..
I can forget.
..the memories are always there to haunt me...
...
...i died for you...
..i bleed for you..
I loved you!
...what was wrong...
....did i not love you...
..or did i not love you enough...
...or did i love you too much...
...WELL FUCK YOU!
FUCK THAT!
FUCK EVRYTHING!
FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
....
...my arm continues to bleed...
...the pain contues to consume...
..the plastic perices my skin..
..the blood drips..
..i am alone in the darkness...
broken...
bleeding...
....dead..

Franz Poppe J.R.

its time for me to put another poem up....
its the same one on my MorbidFreak name, but i figured since its a poem it should go here as well...
...its called...

The Art

Drop by drop
My life escapes...
Drop by drop...
Tears from my soul
Drops of life..
Tick tock
The clock counting down
Thump thump
The beating heart slowing down
Drip drop
Tick tock
Thump thump
Only i hear these sounds...
Only i feel this pain..
Only i know how to end it...
Tick tock
The clock still couting down...
Thump...thump...
The beating heart slowing down...
Thump...
Thump...
One more time...and it will be done...
Peace...i hope to find...
Tick, tock
Drip drop
The broken glass in my hand...
The cold glass...cold as Death...
I feel the glass as it moves toward my scarred arm...
Tick tock
Drip drop
Thump.....thump...
The cold glass on my wrist...
Im almost done...Im almost free...
Tick tock..
Free from this world...
Drip drop
Free from this pain..
Thump.....thump...
Free from this Hell...
The cold glass...my tool..
I feel the sharp point pierce my skin...
The web of scars on my arm..my artwork..
And the cold glass is my my brush..my tool..
Tick tock
For you see...
Drip...drop..
Suicide and Death...are an art..
Thump..
And the glass...is my tool..and this...
Thump...
Is my masterpiece
Thump...
And my grand finale..
Thump..
Drip..
Drop..
The art of Death..
This is my Art..
Drip..
Drop....
And this...
Thump....
Is my finale...
Drip....drop...
....thump...
.........