Open wounds, scarified. the consuming darkness, black painted eyes. wanders around, doesn’t belong. open wounds bleeding forever a pretty face a tortured soul crying eyes never cease tears of blood stream down a pale face. open wounds a stolen breath a serated dagger falls to the floor streaming from within a crimson river.
Tag: crimson river
Nothing
i’m stuck in a loop, i can only think, feel or express misery everything and everybody make it worse so i sit alone. i sit and do nothing lest is hurt all the more. my soul is bleeding, screaming, burning. my thoughts are writhing, screaming twisting. i’m sinking into black despair i’m burning to hurt… Continue reading Nothing
Love Me How
His hands ran up my body gingerly touching every inch of my skin. The feel of his finger tips cringed on my flesh and made me want to cry. Questions flooded my mind as he memorized every drop of sweat bubbling from my pores and every corse hair growing stiffly from where i resently shaved.
Poems
I know a few of these poems I have already posted but I decided to put my whole collection of poems together since I refuse to watch TV anymore and refusing to read the papers with the war going on in Iraq so why not share my writting and keep my mind off of things… Continue reading Poems