CRIMSON

blood from my fingers drip
fill quill with ink...

I will have my drink
with the darkness of words
in letters transferred
scribed by lip sync's
where my thoughts are not blurred
puncturing nails,
screams are now heard

I bleed this art
in the depths of written word
and follow the hidden trails
of creation, in this relation
I a poet of tales shedding scales
of frustration

I suffer the cost but love has no price
fueling fire and ice rhyme is my vice
to fill my view, a silent squire
in a cheering crowd, the parade of liars

visions implore the depths of my core,
long in wars, a crimson enslavement,
a vacant arrangement,
I look on as the crowd roars,
my fingerstips dripping blood
on pavement....

© 2011 Rene Velez

Author's Note

been doing dark stuff lately, don't know why, just my mood I guess...

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Dark but excellent as always Rene :)

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Dark stuff isnt always a bad thing! It shows here. Wondefully written!

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dark and sombre..but without the pain..would we ever be able to write..wonderful imagery

[Larry Dyson]

I really like this part ...I believe its why you are writing darker things..we all bleed our art in poetry if we truly feel it...
"I bleed this art
in the depths of written word
and follow the hidden trails
of creation, in this relation
I a poet of tales shedding scales
of frustration"

[Lily Mae]

Well you pen it well.. I could feel the emotion pack behind each dripping word.. The disappointment from the parade of liars. "Crimson enslavement"... perfect...xo