Blood Lust.

My past. Short & Sweet.

Blood,

so beautifully red.

The only thing that relieves me of my stress.

The rush I get as I lift up my dress,

and skillfully move the blade along my leg.

Beautiful crimson liquid covering my bed,

staining everything but I feel better again.

As I close my eyes I realize that I finally found my best friend.

Who will truly be there until the very end.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! well done says i ..this is the honesty demanded of the "Beats" .. you know...those old guys ;) there is ritual and sensuousness in the "cutting" ...a troubling coping mechanism but coping none the less ..its an unspeakable pain ..even poets can not touch it ..yet i think you have in this one my friend ..thank you very much for sharing this soul ..undressed and bleeding :(
E.

[Mistaken Angel]

Thank you for your review, it always helps when I look back over my old poems and remember how far i've come.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes!!! me too ;)

[V]

Harming oneself, a topic not many people dare to write about or share with other people in general. Destructive and sad at the same time. Other than that it has a nice flow of words.

[Juzo Bhattarai]

Beautiful description of the act! Blood (beautiful crimson liquid) so true! Dark yet full of light to reveal the pain! Would love to see more of your works!

[J.R. Turner]

This poem had me from the first line. I know what its like to have to bleed red in order to feel better. This is beautiful :)

[Curtis.Lenker]

I know the blood lust all to well myself. That hits me on a personal level. I used to have a bad habit and quit of long ago. Great way to portray the way I felt so long ago. When it says that it will be you friend till the end it really hit home. Our bodies may come and go but our blood is forever. Thank your for sharing.

[Mistaken Angel]

Congratulations on moving on, it's not easy to do! You're most certainly welcome!

[Curtis.Lenker]

No its not. I got his house for me and my ex. I gave her and her kid every thing. I bought her clothes, her kids clothes, put food in both their stomachs, literally everything. She cheated on me like 3 times, all she wanted to do was pawn her kid off on me, go out partying all the time. I lost everything That was the last time I had the blood lust. It was about 4 years ago. I was so disappointed in myself when I broke my vow.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard when we must bleed to live. I went to war to die and I learn to live in the mist of the s**t of war. I liked the honest tone and tale told. Most of bleed in our ways. We must know we are still alive. Thank you for sharing your excellent poetry. I like the energy and the drive of your words.
Coyote