I am useless,
chained in spotted crimson sheets
while you go wander for your
next taste of helpless prey. Waiting in
your bed of nails for my
fractured limbs to regain consiousness
I indulge in the dirty needles and
lightbulbs you left behind
I am bleeding,
such a trivial fact
connecting the bloody dots
that surround my body as
lazy cigarette smoke settles in
your side of the indented sheets
I am yours,
binded together through blood
Your shadow figure re-enters the room
Like a vampire to an open wound
Trembling I feel a single worn tear
crawl from beneath my swollen eyelid
Even my tears have turned the red of torn rose petals
Author notes
A nightmare based from a reality
About bleeding physically and emotionally
A contest entry
- your black & white needs a little bit of red... by Immortal Obscurity.
1750 points, ended November 26, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be Brutally Honest, Loves
Comments
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I'm sorry to hear that this is partly-personal, but... Oh, my! You've definitely cut to the chase here; I love how well this is written, without fear or shame.
That last line, especially, stuck out... It brought the piece together nicely, and added to the creepy feel of your poem. Well done, and thanks for entering
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I like the mentioning of lightbulbs. for some reason, whenever I read it, I always think of seedy, dark images and I think that works perfectly in your piece.
I thought it was funny that you mentioned vampire in this piece because that's what I thought of from the first stanza. I miss when I was obsessed with vampires... I wish I still was.
I don't think the ending line was as powerful as the rest of the piece. I thought it was a little cliche to end it with tears.
xoxo
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Oh my word this was dark, it had such a creepy feel to it. I hope everythings ok though dear.
This was so powerful. 
Best of luck in the contest.
Take care
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