My heart is in my mouth,
Frightened by these dreams.
Every night my knife it seems to be
Prying deep into my seams
Letting the pretty crimson,
Crimson ribbons unweave
Falling from my pale skin
Letting the memories all leave
My dreams haunt me each night,
Making me see things
That I really wish not to see
This is why I want my wings
So afraid to close my eyes
Lying in bed so wide awake
Keeping my eyes wide open
Afraid of images my mind will make
I hear my knife screaming
Calling out my name,
My wrists beg for its release
For days without the pain
I know someday soon,
I will give in to its sweet calls,
And when I close my eyes tonight
I will try not to fall
Plaese, please forgive me,
If I do slip tonight
Let go and cut deep
Forgive me if I loose this fight
Pretty crimson wires
Wishing to be free,
They want to pour on out,
And take this pain from me
And,
These haunting dreams come,
The knife inches closer here
Till soon it’ll be across my wrists
And blood will mix with tears
Im choking on m words,
Trying not to fall down
And give into my knife tonight
Although temptations around
Letting the pretty crimson,
Crimson ribbons unweave
Falling from my pale skin
Letting the memories all leave
Pretty crimson wires
Wishing to be free,
They want to pour on out,
And take this pain from me
Daniel Richards
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pretty-crimson-wires/
