With lips deep stained
And cursed whispers in the veins
She cannot ignore the calling
A thirst for life
Craving for the red
So full on life
Yet so dead
Mesmerizing the beat
That compels the mind
And moves the feet
The thumping heart is enthralling
The heart of mankind
She wants to escape this
Heartless this rapists
But a fool she is to resist
That which makes her exist
Two thin red lines
But through the holes
Flows more then feed
A little piece of soul
And a particle of humanity
So fragile to hold
One day, she’ll have all she needs
To make her whole
A sliver of divine
Until then
She’ll continue feeding
Slave to her skin
As it is more needing
How can she win?
When she can’t stop bleeding
Author notes
there is always a motivation, there always a compromise, but things are not always as they seem. enjoy.
A contest entry
- Cryptic Tongues by Violent Serenity.
1200 points, ended April 19, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow i love the flow of this piece, very soft but a current of something else running through... great work, keep it up! good luck in the contest ^.^
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