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I am the prison of your skin,
The life that binds you to this earth,
Trapping you in this body so frail,
From the moment of your birth,
I am the voice so often unheard,
The brushing in your mind,
The aching rush inside your veins,
So horribly unkind,
I am the tremor of your lips,
The flushing in your face,
The steady beating in your head,
That you cannot escape,
I am the force that steals your breath,
The force that steals your life,
If I decide to move away,
And leave you far behind,
I am the source of everything,
The power deep inside,
That cannot be changed or altered,
If you ever did decide,
I am the very essence,
Of every woman or man,
I am this blood... I am this pain,
I am.
- by bubblebunny33 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/05/2009 |
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- Title: I am
- Artist: bubblebunny33
- Description: This is a poem that I wrote one day when I sliced my hand open on a butchers knife. It made me think about what it means to be alive and the pain it entails.
- Date: 10/05/2009
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