Bury me with a batch of knives

Bury me with a batch of knives

A Poem by opaque-writer

curdling,

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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WOW

I love this hunni......its beautiful! xxx

Posted 17 Years Ago


this is really really good.
I would like to see more of this style of writing...
Great job.

Posted 17 Years Ago



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Added on January 1, 2009

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opaque-writer

Raleigh(must I say it...), NC



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I'm a simple, calm, sarcastic, and mild hearted (reason why I say such a thing is because well, look at my writing to find out) more..