Crimson River

Hmmm...sorry.

Crimson river, pour on down

From my wrist, to the ground

Drip, drip, drip, not good enough

Skin soft and firm, not so tough

Silver blade kiss it, feel the high

Let my wrists feel, let them cry

A tear that my eyes have failed to see

Bring it closer, let it be

It's natural for your wrists to bleed

Planting in your mind a destructive seed

That grows and flourishes inside your head

Letting you believe sprouted lies, whispering you dead

The flower of death, soon blooms in your heart

It's only purpose, slowly tearing you apart

While drip, drip, drip, goes the faucet of blood

From your wrist, it's only a flood

That will not stop, will not cease

It is only a never ending release

So, flow, crimson river, flow

Continue to swell, continue to grow

Sinking finally to the floor, onto my knees

Nothing left near me, only an empty breeze

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Eyes Set To Kill - Falling Fast

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was a great write. I enjoyed it. I could relate to this piece....and I don't mind doing that again, but I have to fight it. You have to fight it as well. Well this was a great write. Anyways thanks for sharing.