bloody knives tear
thru my flesh like nothing
tears roll down my face
with bone crushing news that eat at soul
as a black tattoo covers up my weary skin
as a river of blood, flows pass her western boots .
* this poem is all mine *
I thought it was about cutting. It would make a good cutter poem.. i enjoyed reading
I really like this poem...I think it is good...as all of your works are.
you certainly have a perchant for the mystical... I like it. you may like the stuff in the Epics folder on my page... they border the ideas you present among your own.
cheers and keep up the writing... hopin to see some more new posts.