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May 2013
Dark without, hollow within,
Suffering for eternal sin,
Visions swim before my eyes,
All of it part of my demise;

Hands are numb, cannot feel,
And on my arms, the kiss of steel,
Wearing the red lace in shame,
Still keeping in mind, it’s all just a game;

The thrill of blood as it leaves my veins,
My only comfort, found in these pains,
The ruby silk tastes sweet,
As I lap up the crimson treat;

A light in the dark, an opening door,
A person I have seen before,
I can see his eyes through the gloom,
Shining like sapphires in the light of the moon;

He crouches beside me, tears standing in his eyes,
I lower my head and I start to cry,
He puts his arms around me, secure and strong,
And I know that that is where I belong;

He lifts me up and lays me on the bed,
He gently kisses my forehead,
Then he straightens up to leave,
But my fingers snag his sleeve;

“Please, don’t leave me here, alone,
I feel a chill down to my bone,
Put your arms around me tight,
And go to sleep with me tonight;”
100% fiction. No need to worry about my sanity . . . yet, anyway. Inspired by the poem "Final Goodbye..." by DarlingAngel0565: http://darlingangel0565.deviantart.com/art/Final-Goodbye-329766550 It's been a week or so since I've read it, so if it seems a bit too similar, I apologize. I really tried not to copy it! This is unfinished, so if you read this and liked it, check back in a few days to see if I've finished it. XD Thank you for reading this totally twisted poem of mine, and please don't worry about me.
Rosalind Hawkins
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Rosalind Hawkins  America
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