I grabbed a knife,
My friend did keep.
Slashed my wrist,
Through skin so deep.
Blood began to flow,
So fast and free.
Looked like Red Rain,
Falling on my knee.
I watched it fall,
As if in a trance.
The Blood Red Drops,
Seemed to dance.
Down my hand,
and across the floor.
Plop, Plop, faster, faster
more and more.
Everthing looks,
so Red and Bright.
Now the Day,
looks like night.
I smiled,
in sudden Glee.
A Beautiful Red River,
was flowing in front of me.
Now all is peaceful,
for me at last.
I have forgotten,
my sad, sad past.
Beautiful Red River,
I look at you and see.
The one who came,
and set me free.
By: MissMarry - 2001 - (All rights reserved)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem