Red blindness
I grapple in my own bleakness
When you're around
It makes me want to scream
You see me and walk away
Showing nothing but your back
The back I want to strip the skin off
I'm not sure even why
It doesn't make much sense
The sight of you
Is like a flame inside a grain mill
My chest tightens
By breathing quickens
My hands flex
Wanting around your neck
Willing your pipe to collapse
Underneath my fingers
Reeling in the blue of your lips
The undersides of your eyes
Your dry tounge convulsing inside
Slowly you begin to die
As my vision reddens
Your fading
Is my ecstasy.
A contest entry
- HATE HATE HATE HATE by RawrSmileBabyPlz.
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Great poem with lots of hate i liked it alot.thanks for entering my contest i wish you the best of luck ..<3.. Shelly
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