Beaten

Just clearing my head

Tucked away In the smallest crevice  

In the darkest corner

Of his cluttered mind 

His soul lye fetal 

Crippled by fear 

His spirit lye broken 

From his masters tine  

Lines drawn by razors 

Cast tattle tale signs 

Can't cut the knot 

In the rope that binds 

His gurgling reflection 

Sinking into a crimson bath 

He reaches toward deaths hand 

Guide me show the path    

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I'm not sure how you mean't it...the guide as the guide to death or the sunshine? the guide to hope...xo :)

[Sami Khalil]

Sinking into a crimson bath
He reaches toward deaths hand
Guide me show the path
My faves in this nice poem...:)

[Purplerose]

This is deep. Can go in many directions. Like it! :)