Sorry For The Mess.

 

Drawn up by red strings

One through my heart

Two through the eyes

A ribbon binds my legs

Twisting around tight

The silk burning my thighs

 

I look through the tears

Running down blood red

As you and her converse

For you may not see

What you have done

You two ignore my curse

 

Knives glitter like diamonds

Laying on a table right below

You both look so perplexed

The tools you hold are so mocking

I can’t stand seeing you so close

This whole situation leaving me vexed

 

A fight between you two begins

The tears multiply even faster

I love you both to death

That it drives me to the edge

The strings fulfilling the oath

Leaving me with one last breath

 

I gasp and wheeze

Fell on my knees

Each slice blew me away

 

You watch in fear

As I die here

I have just one thing to say

 

There’s blood in your hair

And smeared everywhere

I’m sorry for dripping on you

 

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

Well done those we love the most also hurt us the most when we let them nice description.

[Wildecat]

A very deep and dark poem, but nicely penned.

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Creepy, creepy, creepy... But written so well! XD