Blood, so nice, so bold, so deep as it stains everything;
So pretty, so messy - the white walls, the white sheets - the Colors, it makes my heart sing.
It makes my eyes follow in delight - the violent path it creates, the soft drop on the floor as it dangles from a weapon.
Watching it happen again and again, so satisfying - often creating an expression.
Was this ingratiating thing done by profession?
Is this beautiful liquid created from aggression?
Blood can more often then not - create the impression.
What weapon was used?
Was it a hammer that was misused
Or maybe something more skillful and deft - a knife that was maybe overused?
Is it blood or control that is better?
Do you want meticulous or do you want it wetter?
Against you, what would this alluringly nice artwork measure?
Distance, height, what you use, down to your emotion.
Would your demise end up being your pleasure?
So bold & deep as it stains - so pretty so messy
So beautifully, alluringly,
Nice.
-AC
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What Goes On: A Collection of Poems
Ficción GeneralA collection of fictional poems that may be dark. What goes on in your mind? In your heart? Are you trying to put it into words? Take a sneak peak and see what you find.
