Blank lines fill with blood,
the words much to red to speak,
have been uttered past broken teeth,
heated past melting,
ink fades,
lines- and words disperse among,
a bloodied page.
Swollen- engorged with heat,
bleeding through your ink,
truth is seen,
the distortions in which tongues wrestle,
finally a falsity,
rests upon the tip of your tongue.
and longs to destroy,
everything I've ever known to be true.
and every spilled word,
my pen bled for.
wow ahmazing very well written i could pictuer it in my head
you write with rich imagery -...its like i can picture the blood pouring on a page spilling the words that cant be said... truly a brilliant write!
My pen bled for! ! ! I think colour of truth is white and black for lie! ! ! ! But a heart sayin' truth in red-colour! ! ! A g'd poem! ! ! 10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The co-relation of this poem with its title is exceptionally superb! ! Great poem there worthy for digestion