Sliding the blade across my broken soul.
Leaving marks that time itself
could not fade.
Filling the wine glass with my
blood.
I hand him the glass.
Hollow eyes starring
into his soul.
Judging his every move
and look.
Giving my life to someone who gives
no sympathy.
Watching my life being tilted,
drained into his unloving soul.
Consumed by the thoughts in
my head.
Bound to the lies of
his tormented heart.
The silent plea of a
unloved soul.
Being drowned in the soft rain
of blood in his heart.
Looking into the eyes of the
one I love most.
I step into the flames
of hell.
Author notes
honest opinion please.
A contest entry
- The Broken R! by Ms Raneika.
600 points, ended March 9, 2007, 88 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Wicked Options Contest by okadadokie.
510 points, ended April 18, 2007, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You want my honest opinion, ok here goes........I found darkness, blood, and lies. My favorite kind of poem. Dark enough to my liking. Good Luck.
~Oka/KC
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wow this is quite a good imagenery dark piece...I like the rhyme and emotions...thanks for entering my contest much love,Raneika
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