I'm so scared,
your blood on these hands
these cold, shaking hands.
I pry your fingers from my grip,
and close your eyelids
behind which, there's only a blank stare.
It was a trip, a journey,
I was setting you free.
So what is this emotion, this guilt I'm feeling
I did the right thing..didn't I?
The tears are falling once again,
falling into this dark pool of madness.
I carry your corpse down to that place,
that place we called ours
will now forever be yours.
I scream in anguish,
this demon yearns to be released.
For it is not you that needs to be..
It is I.
So I'll take this knife,
still soaked in your blood
I'll cut out my heart
and wrap it in my tears.
All just to show,
that souls can be free.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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nice poem
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Well ok i'll try this for the pic
and well this write is pianful write don;t be doing anything silly now ok
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Wowzer
My first impression: Wow, I'm reading so fast, I think I want more. Captivating.
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Wow this is deep.. I like it... good job.. and good luck in my contest...
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