Tear the flesh that
Binds me to you
Blood that drips
Down veins so blue
Cut..cut...deeper
See the red spill
Onto the floor
It drips...drips at will
Yet I am nothing
If we are apart
I'll rip..rip out
My empty heart
There it I lies
On a stone floor
No beat.. no beat
No life no more
What a fabulous creation..! Cut.. cut deeper see see the red spill.. sensational.. the piece of work is commendable
I detect a Gothic-ness here, with the gloom & violence - - Mary Shelley would have liked this! :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loved this exquisite piece of poetry. The emotions on lost love flows to bleed hearts of the readers..