You throw me down into the ditch
And pails and pails of blood flow.
Burning into my skin.
Pails and pails of blood flow.
You know my eyes revolt.
The sight of scarlet thus be.
And yet must you let
Pails and pails of blood flow.
I clench shut my burning eyes.
Knees bundled to my chest.
Yet my mouth opens wide.
Pails and pails of blood flow.
What do you care but?
My cries, a harp to your soul.
And notes you gather fro me as
Pails and pails of blood flow.
My hands they tremble,
Fighting the numbness.
Looking straight up while
Pails and pails of blood flow.
The final cry, bonds all broken.
The white becomes black,
Black becomes white, now
Pails and pails of his blood flow.
Author notes
This has been difficult to pen. Fighting a writers block. And my first attempt in such poetry. But thus I go.
A contest entry
- Insane Clown Posse by Sadistic klown girl.
700 points, ended October 26, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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"And notes you gather fro me as" Fro should be For
But other then that it was really good. Keep up the good work and thank you for entering and good luck in the contest.
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