To The Edge

by James McMorn - Scorpio

Thoughts of suicide fill the mind,
As another heart is broken and tears roll down the side of her powerless face.
The soul flaming hot, edging to Evil,
As the darkness uncovers the devils sorrow and unwanted beauty.

The screams can be felt as her mind drifts away,
No pity left for what is uncovered in her chronic mind.
The key that is found through other peoples pain,
Vibes of hatred continue to roll through an unsettled course of flamey intolerence.

Never reaching for a helping hand,
Never looking back as those who loved you.
Never destroying self inflicted pain,
Never commencing triumphant in the insanely uncomforting will to end ones life.

Reason for writing:

    Ok im back now...Im sorry to all those people who wrote to me on previous poems, i have just got back from being away, and now will be able to answer and read any poems desired. Thanks James McMorn :)    

Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 2001-04-22 13:08:59
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:44:10
Poem ID: 62253

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