SAD⏀MAS⏀CHRIS†

SAD⏀MAS⏀CHRIS†

A Poem by Scarlet Jackal

Within these walls I hold your fate in my hands 
Crimson pours over the sheets like a watercolour of agony and lust 
Do you now see who I truly am? ...

© 2016 Scarlet Jackal


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Very very dark and sinister.
May there was the desire there once but probably not anymore as the blood starts pouring and the truth reveals it's cruel self......
Another well done poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Scarlet Jackal

9 Years Ago

Desire is a reflection in the shallow waters of our minds. Even if one does not directly say they wa.. read more
Tina Kline

9 Years Ago

You're welcome. And it does make sense.

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 Added on May 26, 2016
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Who am I? It depends on which one of us you are asking. I am a lover, a poet, a man of romantic ideals to never be fulfilled. I see many things, I count many stars but I never reach what it is my own.. more..