Bury me with a batch of knivesA Poem by opaque-writercurdling, the blood seeping from me as if made of silk sliding off my body the crimson water....
you show me a smug bitter grin from your pale face because you lips are the only color
another wound made by you biting serrated knives digging deep into me without mercy...
I have become numb I see only the red world I'm choking in my own blood and I am blind from it...
The only screaming words are that of in my head screaming to breath or wishing me to be dead
you watch in silence a bitter cold wait the grim smile still plastered on your now red face
your hands wreathed in the fine red liquid another is stuck into me another gallon missing from me
seconds feel like mere minutes and minutes feel like hours with any time that passes I am caught drifting in agony
And with a last knife I feel a bitter kiss Her mouth now covered in my own a memoir, a thank you...
life is then stolen from me my last breath with tears in my eyes blood, silk tears
(I would only wake up, realizing it was a nightmare....with tears in my eye) © 2009 opaque-writer |
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