*Bloody Music Box.

 

Scarlet puddles on the floor.

She can’t have him anymore.

I gave up the life you stole.

To rot in this iron hole.

 

I can still hear the tinkling notes.

Mixed with her shrill screams.

As I was stabbing her in the throat.

His face still haunts me in my dreams.

Reviews

[jumbie's #1 fan]

very graphic, but beautifully detailed. great job

[quill of shadows]

i love this one you never sees to amaze me i cant help but feel your raage your saddness your jellosy, this is the s**t i live for sarry bout no comments latley havent been on in a bit

[Sean M. Addams]

i like the rhyme in this and the imagery that you have displayed in this powerful piece.... very nicely done!!!!