Eyes frantically
Surge blood,
through burning tear ducts
Acidic tears flow down heated cheeks,
Eroding such hardened marbled expressions,
Ready for the demoralization,
I sit,
And enjoy the tears,
That bring forth such pain.
The tingling starts,
As my wrists slowly drain,
Bleeding for the masochistic, I drink from these veins,
Every ounce of my self deemed love,
Burns through the tingling,
Of rapid blood loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey, Crimson. Thanks for the kind words about my 'disposal' poem. I'm reading some of yours now and I like them. This one, and one about the flower blooming. I like how you work your name (Crimson) into a lot of your stuff. I also like how you refer to yourself in the 3rd person at times. Good ideas and funny too. I'm thinking you may be a vampire though, what with the blood obsessions and such. That would be cool if you were. I've never known a vampire personally. By the way how did you get on the top 500 poets? You're good enough, but I just wondered how one gets afforded that honor. Thanks again for your comments. Scott.