Blood... It's dripping from an unknown source,
only know by me; the creator of the blood.
It wasn't created with a knife, 'Oh nothing so big.'
Think of something small that people use all the time... just differently.
Have you got it yet? If not let me enlighten you... a razor or more so the blade.
Ahh now your brain is whirring and for some the suspense is deafening.
Don't worry I won't keep you much longer,
mainly because I won't keep it up for much longer with what I've done.
Keep yourselves sat up like me; let your blood flow.
My veins feel free, full of air instead of blood.
The impurities and hatred now a puddle on the floor.
All my bullies and judges' words swimming in it.
The world is now spinning and I know my end is soon.
Time to show you what I've done...
I'm finally empty!
YOU ARE READING
My Little Book Of Poems
PoetryI've recently got into poems and I wanted to write some of my own.
