Curse Of Necklace

 A tarnished necklace hangs around my neck,

Blackening, bruising, imprinting,

Its pattern stamped upon my skin,

A violent tattoo.


Sitting like a statue,

A stone tribute to manic depression,

I stare between the lines of the notebook,

Until they blur in vein-like stripes of red and blue,

Flowing with blood of ink.


The necklace strangling me,

The charm, so innocent,

Trembles pendulously,

It is mocking me as I try to write something,

That will make you notice me.


But with every word, I lose another reason to care,

If I don't give a damn, then why should you?

Life is three billion frozen heartbeats,

Then you die.


The End

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