Beneath The Skin.

Arose in my darkest hours

Yet the urge lies beneath the skin

Can't hide, can't run

Watching me fall, watching me laugh

Preparing for me to slice veins open

Sanity fought against Heart

Dragged the sword upon Heart

Shoved it deep into the red walls of blood.

The urge lies beneath the skin

Knocking upon my skin

Wanting to escape

Small itches; bites me 

Tries to make me grab the sharp object

Nothing more than the urge is what I see

Wanting to escape

Wanting to watch the liquid run down in small lanes.

My sweet cold object;

Between my fingers I see

Nothing but its reflection of me

Wanting to cross my arm

Lanes of blood I see

Scattered all around me.

Author's Note

Ignore Grammar Problems.
Honest Opinion As Always~

Reviews

[Dahlia Phoenix]

This work is fierce. Trying to control the fervent emotions of seeing blood but yet, it slowly creeps in to take you. This poem holds a deep darkness but it can sometimes drive us to madness.

[Daytonight]

So very intense and strong. Well penned.

[stars are far]

nice work :)

[solitar]

nice work girle..................

[Gilbert Saint]

As always, full of emotion, nothing short of heartfelt poetry, however I would like to emphasize that you diversify from the emotional poetry to other forms, it would greatly improve your skills.

[Jeremy Baker]

Very sad and sorrowful, with self loathing and intent. The darkness and despair have a detached feel to them, yet the words are quite descriptive. Well written.

[Thea]

What a very stunning poem...I like it... :)))

[Coyote Poetry]

You create a wild and sad vision with your words. Description was strong and the strong statements create a vision of blood and pain. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Carrion.]

blechh. Been awhile since I've read a poem of yours. I missed it.
Very good job:3

[Dayran]

God, man and nature in an ever spinning will to discern one from another. Round and round they go until one is willing to give in and let another go. A poem written by three hands.