Blood Verse

I pick the scab my mind has grown

To find the words I need

I stroke the place that evil has sown

Until it starts to bleed

The ink I need runs down my face

Enough to fill my quill

I wait to feel my muse embrace

The evil she must will

The shadows slowly take my hand

To guide me through this curse

I listen to their every command

As I write their morbid verse

I point the quill back to my head

Where the blood is running thin

Once again my quill needs fed

So I slowly stick it in

I write until my veins are dry

And the shadows turn away

The shadows will not let me die

For tomorrow's another day

Reviews

[Drifter]

I love how graphic this poem is. It makes me shudder just to visualize it in my head. It really gets the point across, well done.

[afra]

very dark and deep ...well done

[Whiskurz]

Thanks afra........Whisk

[Lily Mae]

So painful ... it sounds as if there is a resignation to her and her power over this person.. Like he knows his fate is this...day in..day out..x excellent write as always..xo

[Whiskurz]

Thanks LM........Whisk