Painting In Shades Of Blood
Author: Sax


I've stopped pleading for help.
My blood shall now flow free,
set free from this shell of a body,
my soul slips away with each passing moment.

I cannot cry anymore,
I can never talk to any of my friend.
The only way I can let out my feelings,
is with tears of blood,
the knife shall be my tissue.

Each day and each night,
they all seem to be the same,
always pointless,
always sleepless.
Now my blood stains this page,
my mask I wear has been cast aside,
all I can do now is wait,
wait for my blood to drain,
and for the eternal darkness to come.


Comments on this poem/writing:

Meg ( -- Tuesday, July 16 2002, 02:01 pm

hey i like this one too..u got a talent there!
Mary ( -- Monday, September 30 2002, 01:27 am

its great

Your page was so good i loved it. It kicks ass
heaven a.k.a sad girl ( -- Monday, December 22 2003, 06:43 am

so real

your a great writer...(snip)
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