Blood SplatterA Poem by Bleeding Ink AnthologyNo idea to be honest, like I said, they just happen..
Awoken to a sudden start, the blood circulating pulsating through my heart Sick and twisted conversation in my mind, something between me myself and i Multiple personalities and scary characters to create Everything I am I’m not, just something made up to state I am not who you think what you want or need I am sick I am twisted I am dying to feel I take all my horrors and pains and more Drive them into my hand and I put my fist through the wall In my mind you fucked me with open and closed doors Internal heart haemorrhage and I’m pleading for more More than I am yet this is the best I can form I’m begging for you, rip me open cut me up I’m torn I’m the person you scream to and from you run With my knife to your throat and my knee in your gut I take one pretty slice, left to right, simple slow cut The blood whips across my face, blood splatter makes my heart race Needed it feeling it, seeping into my skin Like the needle in his arms pushing in dirty heroin i will not be who you want, I will not change to fit in this is me I am sick and I am twisted I am the insanity within my super alter ego, psychotic fucked up little s**t take what you want from me and it’ll never be true because there’s nothing of me, that I can give to you because I am who I am, sick twisted and deranged I take from my mind, souls rearrange So give not what you will, and take not what you want For I have given, I have bled and still they call me a c**t! © 2008 Bleeding Ink AnthologyAuthor's Note
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Added on May 26, 2008 AuthorBleeding Ink AnthologyCheshire, United KingdomAboutI am an inventor, a creator. I wear low riders, baggy boy pants and tug my pants cause Im so boy. I jump in lakes when Im pissed (drunk). And talk about the future and the un.. more.. |

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