Tragedy. It aches.
Like the sun, it hides
From me. God help me
Im so tired.
And how my insides die
My heart kind of forgets to beat
Poison.
Seeps through me
Cut up her wings. The feeling reminds me
Guilt eats me
Imprisonment. They locked me away
And how my bloodstream thickens
It kils me
I'd rather a butcher knife straight through my spleen
Then have her in my arms again
The way she was.
Like an angel heaven gates opened up for
And a trail of blood
Simming down her neck.
It stained the concrete.
I could never wash her blood off
So i painted our walls in the prettiest shade of red.
But it was the wrong colour
It had a touch of our love
It was the wrong blood.
Jesus. My insides.
It should of been mine.
Help me
God Please.
Kill Me. I hate this immortality
The only one i have is my shadow
Who still hides from me
This nightmare.
6 feet under. Is a luxury.
Very interesting
ReplyDeleteVery interesting indeed...The ending is a perfect way to close. You did a really good job with this. I look forward to reading more of your work.
ReplyDeleteRich
I loved the intensity in this write. It took me right into the poem..Strong ending as well. The very beginning instantly caught me. Great work.
ReplyDeleteMichelle
I really liked "It had a touch of our love, it was the wrong blood" nice write.
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