From my fingertips
A knife stained red
The work of voices
Inside my head
It never ends
It will only stop
When my blood drips
Its final drop
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Lady Eryemil (126.96.36.199) -- Monday, March 22 2004, 12:30 am|
Lol, one of the few dark poems I've read that make sense, the words go well together, good work.
|Nicole (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, February 7 2005, 03:14 am|
I so understand what you mean!!! I loved it!!
|danielle w (184.108.40.206) -- Sunday, May 29 2005, 06:51 pm|
i really liked it
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