~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**~~~~~~~~
Red is my blood,
And my blood is cold.
It was like mud,
Dirty and sold.
As it dripped down my arm,
I knew it helped,
My deadly harm.
So I let out a yelp,
As it siezed my cry for help.
Touching my vein,
Was like a focus point to my brain.
Setting it on fire.
Like hell has unleashed on earth,
You soul-crushing liar.
I thought you loved me,
Can't you see this love that burns,
Inside of me?
But instead you broke free,
Of my broken grasp.
I recoiled my blade,
As my blood was on fire,
It started to burn
As it dripped down my skin.
So I'm a cutter,
Isn't that what they say?
So I'm a cutter,
Don't they label me
That way?
As it ran down my wrist,
Like a small kiss
In the pale mist,
It tickled my veins,
But the pain still remains.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Kisses
PoetryA collection of my dabbles in poetry. Mostly dark, but there will be some happy ones.
