Surrounded by deceit and lies
your sharp tongue carved the deepest cut,
the circumcision of my heart
crushingly trampled underfoot.
Drawn through the cutting mince machine
hemorrhaging my spiritual blood,
its sweet tang nectar to my lips
bleeding to death is ho so good.
My core as been desensitized,
ripping at my jugular vein,
you bled me dry and stole my heart
pain will not trouble me again,
A contest entry
- 'Banished' - Dark Pic Inspired by Tattboyspet.
300 points, ended December 15, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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thank you for your entry - I have handed the judging over to Tattboy as I'm having a problem with this contest - all the entries are so good
He will judge it soon

