What is Left

There goes the blade again

to cut my flesh and show my sin,

to open my heart and spill me out

and watch it spread across the ground.

Here comes an old friend

to piece me together again,

to replace what was lost in me

and release the void within this hollow shell.

Feel it filling...

feel me spilling over,

like a waterfall of sorrow

blasphemy to any happy thought once entertained.

This is what is left

this is the end result

this is all I truely am...

alone.

01-06-2004

What is Left

What is left inside...

the part that died,

the part that fled

with the tears I've shed.

Empty and hollow

you'll never know...

you'll never see,

the abyss, inside of me.

I am stripped of want,

memories come to weaken and taunt,

my eyes bleed as the ink runs,

my soul warped, broken, and undone.

In the darkness of myself I fear.

My life, alone, I cannot steer.

I go on... alone,

eyes downcast to the dawn.

Dont be sad Lace! U still have a lot of friends here and especially u have me. Be strong and be coooooooooooool!! U'll be alright! ;-)

Lace, hope u feel better soon, man. how about changing the last verse in your poem to:

from inner light

i am pure Love

my life, alone

i go on

grateful

eyes awaiting

the next glorious dawn

Did you write this?

awesome?

Can I copy and send it to my teacher as my homework !?

Please!

aww.. I'm sorry .. u're sad ...

I'm givin' u a hug ..