Hang Mans HallA Poem by realmwriter
Oh I love this.
I would clean the blood off the blade with the tip of my tongue, but there is no blood to clean. So crisp the cut, the blood flowed not, but still it washed away the pain. Your love did not die nor spill in vain For naked is truth And denial is pouring in the streets. I would touch the fire to walk through the flame but the water has killed the rain. The tears well up and destroy the thoughts that the void has filled through trust in plot but a lack of love is no pure lust and power plays the devils game. Misguided attempts at squashing regret have left the bitter in its wake And threw the grief of hang mans hall there is sulking in the streets So brandish your steal, still you slit your senses When the blood runs crimson, the tide runs red so engrained against the flow the pleasure feeds the pain Oh I love this. © 2011 realmwriterReviews
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10 Reviews Added on December 16, 2011 Last Updated on December 20, 2011 AuthorrealmwriterHarrison, ARAboutYou know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself. I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..Writing
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