Crimson liquid
Flowing down
Crimson liquid
All around
Shining glint
Of the blade
Shining glint
Human made
Emotionless eyes
Fully dead
Emotionless eyes
Color of lead
Bloody moon
Darkest night
Bloody moon
No shining light
Silent footsteps
No apparent sound
Silent footsteps
Body found
Pool of blood
On the floor
Pool of blood
Frozen core
Tears of sorrow
Feeling pain
Tears of sorrow
Salty rain
Dulled feelings
Full of hate
Dulled feelings
Lover’s sake
Shattered mirror
Scattered around
Shattered mirror
Image drowned
No more beating
Of the heart
No more beating
Important part
Room untouched
Nothing out of place
Room untouched
Suicide case
Hint of anger
Slightly flaring
Hint of anger
No one caring
Unclear thoughts
Sour bitterness
Unclear thoughts
Jumbled mess
Crushing weight
Of her death
Crushing weight
Nothing left
Silver gun
Loaded bullets
Silver gun
Hurtful threats
One loud noise
Fired gun
One loud noise
Business done
One soft thump
Body to the floor
One soft thump
Behind a closed door
Crimson liquid
Flowing down
Crimson liquid
All around
This poem is so beautifully written. You have such an amazing talent. However... it scares me. I know you may say that it isn't about you, after all you are still alive... but if you're writing about it, you must have had thoughts of sucide at one time. I just want to say keep writing and see if you can channel better thoughts. God bless! ~Lacey~
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I would like to translate this poem
not bad! awesome! u know, it takes talent to write stuff so gothic.