Blood On My Hands

A tale of the Broken Heart

Blood on my hands
 

As the morning sun appears I find blood on my hands

Reality sets in as I breathe the breath of life

I sometimes watch for you when my time of day sits still

Lonely hours echo of the taste of your cologne

Deja vous never sits well with the deeper side of self

It seems your ghost sits on my shoulder like the rage from mama’s belt

Foolish is this heart of mine that has come to love you still

Clinging to days you longed for me and the scent of my cologne

Wandering though the daylight hours forsaking all but self

My heart is torn from over-use as worn as granddad’s belt

I can’t escape this emptiness enveloping my life

Defining moments judging me with blood covered hands

Humid nights entrap the halls flooded with cologne

Emotionally I am cuffed to this bedpost wrestling with my chastity belt

Ancient gods revive themselves, suddenly back to life

Noize resonating in my psyche confused from blood soaked hands

Dangerous voices answer me though I’m talking to myself

Forever engaged to memories it seems I love you still

Roman gladiators hide away from me so now I risk my life

Sheets envelope the love filled room scented with cologne

Damaged is the soul of me with blood that covers my hands

I release the stress of reasoning like loosening of my belt

And the moments frozen in time continue to hold me still

Resting on tomorrow holding on for sake of self

Lead me not to this moment where time itself stands still

Nevermore to ponder on the remedy of life

Erasing what little hope I have left inside my hands

Release me from my mental grave, perceiving your cologne

I sit here with my memories as my fingers consider the holes of my belt

Engrossed in all my memories I sit alone with self

no~poet

Reviews

[laughingwolf]

wow bro... this sears into one's very psyche!

nicely wrought!

-t

[PureSyn]

So much turmoil and pain etched in each line my friend, Very intensive read!

Nicole