Split


	Scott's Poetry Page \| home Growing Weak \| Never Ending \| Useless \| Greed \| No Name \| You \| Faded \| Life \| Hell \| Nothing \| Sound of Sorrow \| Dreaming of Pain \| Alone \| Insight \| Solution \| The Key \| Watchful Eyes \| Split \| Together As One \| Untitled Split split, by the blade of hurt, cutting through the diseased skin of me. Foulness surrounding the wound where my blood pours out onto my paper, pain only making my wits quicker. A sorry soul that writes the feelings that go unexpressed, controlling the last resort of actions. Mutilating the mind, creating a cause that will result in an effect.