They say playing with glass was dangerous
But that didn't stop me
From admiring the sculpted beauty in the light
A rosy tinted glow playing on the floorThey say that glass is fragile
It shatters easily with one hit
Like all of my conscience ever had
One word, one blow, did so much damageThey say that glass could wound
The shards prick, pierce through the skin
Drawing blood, but I feel nothing
No pain, no sensation, only numbnessThey say that glass could kill
The scarlet mingling with the clear cut shards
Of what drew the life out of my system
And in the shards I pass out, never to wake...
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A Few Thoughtful Stanzas
PoetryJust some poetry I wrote. Hope you all enjoy. Highest Ranking: #454 in Poetry