Blood On Metal
I'm not looking for answers
i found it on my wrist
i look and tranfix
i just can't resist.
where the bloody trench
used to flow
has long been closed
but tell me where did all the hurt go
since it's no longer superimposed?
in my soul,in my heart
the blood that didn't escape
is laughing and tearing me apart.
to feel the cold cut of steel
in my dreams
i can still feel.
blood on metal
a rose with a
your skin is the petal
raped my the steel of destruction
a sweet introduction
Comments on this poem/writing:
|tara (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, March 22 2005, 04:44 pm|
i really liked it
relatable to real life
|Damia (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, October 4 2005, 04:45 pm|
Great visuals, I really liked this, I can relate
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