Frozen, yet through veins Crimson runs,
Numbed beyond feeling, emotions cannot touch,
rusted blade in palm, feeling the surge of love,
My knife so thirsty, my blood the only satiation,
It looks for but one small incision.
Bleeding dry, swollowing this bloody knife,
My veins bleed open,
ripped with the jagged edge of this blunt knife,
My veins cry, as they fear they shall never fill again,
These scars much to deep to mend,
I've fallen within them.
Sated thirst will become thristy once again,
repition it seems, is my only friend.
Woa, extremely deep and pain-stricken. I adored this poem of blood it was... riveting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW that was amazing i could feel the emotions and i could feel the pain in my own arms thats how ggod this was ur an amzing writer