Judging eyes

Step after step
I hear pain in my cries
So long have I wept
Away from judging eyes

They prick and poke
Chip your heart with lies
Until now I never spoke
Watch my knuckles fly

Their blood is cold
From a heart that pumps ice
This argument is old
But my cuts are precise

To you your heart fed
I’m sorry that it’s not warm
I must leave you dead
I see your judging eyes scorn

Reviews

[Laura Yida <3]

i really like this. it amazing. and i can also relate to it. awsome job. :)

[deeps]

Wonderful write and well expressed

[G. Anderson]

Niceee :) This is a very racy poem, and it excites me... I feel the pain and anger, but also cold indifference behind it.

I love this.

~Gage

P.S. Sorry, I'm kind of a masochist.

[NinjaPi]

Your poetry always has alot of power behind them. This is no exception. Be carful when you a rhyming lines 1&3 of the first stanza don't raelly rhyme nor do line 2&4 of the second stanza, as well as line 2&4 of the last stanza.