Immersing within cardinal
    droplets, each seeping from
the veins of life, clarity of white
now drowning within a sea of
fuchsia that is like a rose petal
liquefied, its essence smelling
                                like deaths kiss.

Abstracted songs of weeping
                                  moments.
Restless that more isn't being
given. Even though to open
more fissures would smother
every light within.
           Fading with the
                      last droplet given.

Tears etched like ravines
    flowing to feed the lustful tides
                                  of her needing.
She touched upon there features
vowing that they would
                                            live on
within her, a voice within the many.

Still all were crying, but never tears
of fearful wows, as they knew they'd
                                  live on within her.

Shadows danced around the room
effigies of what had drained before
those now opening life,
                              to feed her hunger.
Death was a perfume that she bathed in.
             Putrid desolate veins rejuvenated
her carcass to a beauty only time held.
But only her voice called inside,
       the others screamed in silence.
their shadows trying to tell others
but silence dances where
                                     no reflection hears.

**** me up and make me bleed
The blood that
d
r
i
p
s
Is your
poetry

When someone interrupts your silence
You feel irritated
But when they are finally gone
You feel devastated

You want her back
So you begged and plead
But end of the day
You're the only one who bled

Shards of silver,
Broken glass.
Here I am.
Once again, I hurt myself,
and red I bleed.
I'm a lonesome man.
Here I am.

Shards of silver,
From tainted hands.
Once again, I turn away,
so I can't see.
Red I bleed.
I can't see.
I'm a wholesome man.
Here I am.

Shards of silver,
Broken glass.
Here I am.
I won't let you
see the real me
Red I bleed.
I'm a broken man.
Here I am.

I won't let you
understand me.
I can't see.
Red I bleed.
I can't see.

Shards of silver,
From tainted hands.
Here I am.
Red I bleed.
Here I am.
I can't see.
Here I am.
help me
Here I am
red

From the iron red sea flows
an infinite forest of white roots and gray leaves

Unequivocally woven in response to
the senses of each unique being

Ahhh, if timeless beauty is what you seek,
let the transcendental levies bleed

For that which may be perceived internally,
will be embellished eternally

you want to stick it in me ,,

break me
                open
                         so that i leak .

it's boiling hot,
and
you wield a blade
that does not
cut skin .  

but still i bleed ,
and pick each scab .

i will **** you before you ever see me
open ,
          spread,

beg for me.

You pushed me away
And put your past to blame?
That is not an excuse,
For you, I’d open all of my wounds again,
Hell, I’d even take a new bruise.