My heart is in my mouth, <br />Frightened by these dreams. <br />Every night my knife it seems to be <br />Prying deep into my seams <br /> <br />Letting the pretty crimson, <br />Crimson ribbons unweave <br />Falling from my pale skin <br />Letting the memories all leave <br /> <br />My dreams haunt me each night, <br />Making me see things <br />That I really wish not to see <br />This is why I want my wings <br /> <br />So afraid to close my eyes <br />Lying in bed so wide awake <br />Keeping my eyes wide open <br />Afraid of images my mind will make <br /> <br />I hear my knife screaming <br />Calling out my name, <br />My wrists beg for its release <br />For days without the pain <br /> <br />I know someday soon, <br />I will give in to its sweet calls, <br />And when I close my eyes tonight <br />I will try not to fall <br /> <br />Plaese, please forgive me, <br />If I do slip tonight <br />Let go and cut deep <br />Forgive me if I loose this fight <br /> <br />Pretty crimson wires <br />Wishing to be free, <br />They want to pour on out, <br />And take this pain from me <br /> <br />And, <br /> <br />These haunting dreams come, <br />The knife inches closer here <br />Till soon it’ll be across my wrists <br />And blood will mix with tears <br /> <br />Im choking on m words, <br />Trying not to fall down <br />And give into my knife tonight <br />Although temptations around <br /> <br />Letting the pretty crimson, <br />Crimson ribbons unweave <br />Falling from my pale skin <br />Letting the memories all leave <br /> <br />Pretty crimson wires <br />Wishing to be free, <br />They want to pour on out, <br />And take this pain from me<br /><br />Daniel Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pretty-crimson-wires/
