Interpretations

13/06/12 05:29 pm

my blood is tainted black from my heart
will i ever be able to wash this witness from my instrument of darkness?
will i stain myself forever?

how curious, they are lined, perfectly imperfect
four, or maybe five?
i can only recall the thoughts of the aftermath

my compelling emotions forces me to this deed
and now, there are just thoughts
so much clearer, yet conflicting

how long until the next?
impatient, savoring, abandoned for now
this metallic taste shall not be washed

as the temperature rises, i grow number
my heart, colder
let this blast of ice awaken me