angry red, the scars running up and down my arms the lifelong tale they tell the agony they sell angry red, the pain dodging in and out the veins of steel and diamond reins and liquid lead restraints angry red, the eyes that run but never cry, that sigh without a sound that see nothing… Continue reading Angry Red
Tag: veins
The Pulse!
I could see it beating. That pulse at the base of his neck. The veins thick and strong. The beat of his heart fast and rythmic. I could not take my eyes away. It hypnotized me. He is living. I envy That pulse. It represents every thing that was taken from me. Its stronger now.… Continue reading The Pulse!
nothing
poem about everything that feels like nothing. I look at you and feel nothing I cut my veins and feel nothing I slice my throat and feel nothing I hang myself and feel nothing I rip my heart out and feel nothing because of you
Fate
Scream, Icy cold Death Creeping through your veins. Shudder Chills run down your spine As you hear your cracking bones. Regrets, Cross your mind As you intake your last breath. Alone, In the cold and dark, Searing with agonizing flames Ripping Of flesh Clashing Of Bone The End Draws near Drowning you in the cold… Continue reading Fate
Night
Forever darkness he rise Hunting for blood to fill him His living is drawing near as he hunts another victim tonight Night slowly fades As his thirst is growing Found a helpless lady As he got closer he gotten a sudden change of heart love went through his bloodless veins finally found someone he wanted… Continue reading Night
cheating girlfriend…
haunting me you face, that smile so fake runs hate through my veins liar, cheat… whore how can i love someone still who’s only caused hurt, nothing more lie to me lead me on pull me down at first i thought i was the one hurting you, abusing you you lead me on that whole… Continue reading cheating girlfriend…
Cry
While you lie behind the dark curtains of your life, the pain you’ve bestowed upon me subsides. Knowledge of my hurt is hidden under winter snow and not even the turning of the seasons can melt that anguish. I’m bombarded with masochist duties at the break of dawn- wanting something more. My life is like… Continue reading Cry
Suffocation Under Pressure
Rotting corpses haunt my deepest precipice. My useless soul flakes itself away. Blood-stained handprints paint the graveyard walls. Cries of the unwanted children fill my dreams. Pain is the intimate aspect of pleasure. The mysteries of life will be explained through death. Unfathomable horrors wait at the right hand of the Prince of Darkness. Religious… Continue reading Suffocation Under Pressure
Cheesecake
Sitting in a tub of ice bleeding my guts out,where is he?
In Pools
This is a poem that I wrote one day in the middle of class after everyone seemed to piss me off. It helped me release a lot of anger.