I am thirsty for the blood
Its raining again, I start to rust
My lust, my trust they are all gone
Its all a game of avoiding failure
But when you cut me do you think I still bleed?
I do not hope , I do not want
I do not wish , I do not think
I do not breath, I do not live
I am dancing beneath the rainy sky
My movements are slowly stopping
I am rusting, I don’t live anymore
When the world around me is burning
Under the rain , my heart is yearning
It screams under the rust
Give me the love, give me the lust
Find me the trust, succeed
This is quite frightening and I hope you’re not really self harming 😉 I love the use of rust in this poem it’s very evocative of rain, erosion and time passing.
Also worried that you’re not really self-harming (but it’s a deeply personal subject, so you don’t have to tell us). Also love the usage of the word ‘rust’.
No no I don’t . Its really useless to me as I can really take a high amount of pain and not feel anything so there is no reason for me to hurt myself. Also its a silly thing to hurt yourself, no offense to those who practice this because of their problems but I hope that they will stop and just try to live their life peacefully even if its hard to do.
I see the rain is one of your favorite images in your poem, and no wonder – the healing power of water that can wash out old pains, misunderstandings, troubles and thoughts is precious for every sensitive person.
It is something calming about rain that fascinates me. I like thunderstorms and rain a lot , it just brings a peaceful atmosphere to my mind .