Blood And Hurt

The blade it shimmers in the moonlit darkness
Like your smile at high noon
The pain rises deep within
Like your happiness, always ready
Ready to flow and cover all
I watch as the droplets fall
In my mind I see it clearly
I held on to you dearly
As I think, it makes perfect sense
I cause it by my own stupidity
I alone must take the blame
While the others rise to fame
As I lay here, hurt
My life seems useless, less than dirt
I alone caused my pain
And I alone will take the blame

 

 

Reviews

[Natalie C]

Now this is a piece that stands out brilliantly on its own and has to be my fav of yours till thus far. Your imagery is very strong and carries a very powerful punch.
If I should criticize... there was only one word that threw me a bit. Maybe you should consider removing the "IT" in your opening line, unless you put it there for some poetic emphasis.

Either way a brilliant write, I loved it!

[Leran Vakem]

One thing on this piece my friend. I think I picked up a spelling mistake here, happyness should be happiness if I'm not mistaken. But other wise good
Keep them coming from your soul
Leran Vakem