"The Arts of the Silvery Red"
I was once afraid of the blade,
& the demon that shines within the sliver.
He always begs to see the red,
& wants to feel my tender skin.
I always refused his little offer.
Afraid of the pain that I might endure.
He constantly beckons for me to join,
The arts of the silvery red.
I shove him away & simply ignore.
He comes back of course,
To ask if I want to join.
Again I would simply refuse & just ignore.
Till one day I was alone,
With tears streaming down my face.
Silently screaming into the depths of darkness.
The demon of the blade,
Comfortly smiles with a glimmering shine.
& once again he asked for me to join,
The arts of the silvery red.
Without hesitation or a second thought,
I simply agreed to his little offer.
I let him feel my tender skin,
& let him see the flow of red.
He was slow & very steady.
He did not rush & took his time.
Leaving small little marks behind.
He calmed me down,
& the tears have stopped.
I felt nothing but simple relief.
Though this was my first,
To use the arts of the silvery red.
I'm not quiet certain,
If I dare try again.
Though I know,
He will beckon me to join once again.
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The Arts of the Silvery Red & Other Poems
PoesíaPoems of a start of something beautiful & a sad tragedy. Poems thats from my heart & soul.