Crimson regrets

Lying here 
In this quiet room 
Darkness in the air 
Where no one knows 
My darkest secret 
The feel of the knife cutting in 
Pouring crimson pain 
Agony’s feel 
Wracking me from the deepest 
Hell 
Oh why? 
Can’t you take me away? 
My friend 
Am I not worthy of your salvation? 
Am I too damned 
For the silence of love 
I beg don’t leave me here 
Yet you left me cold 
Bearing all my secrets 
Oh why couldn’t you hide? 
The beautiful melody 
Of my screams 
In this darkness 
Pouring reddest blood 
Stains upon the pure 
My heart been torn to pieces 
By your petty games 
Yet I love you 
Like a drug I am addicted 
To the sound of your silence 
Damnation   be damned 
My place is here with you 
Pouring my sweet crimson regrets. 

Reviews

[S. Michael Long]

well.. what can i say.. it is the best "cutting poem" i have read... i would challenge you to take this and go outside of the traditional box, so to speak.. the cutter poem is way way overdone.. i think with your talent you could turn cutting into something else.. like a fire in a house or some other analogue of cutting (: hope this helps~ great work -s

[MoriartyMesa]

This could be set to a stage spoken word piece, the background would need to an ever changing color of Crimson, Black, Red, than back to Crimson. A single person screaming to an audience with a defying thunderous end.