Crimson Love

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Eaten Alive - Poem by Crimson Love

Running, but not knowing...
feet move one after the other,
stumbling, I can't stay up,
I always remain falling.

Ice encrusted earth,
longs to make me feel its sting,
Longing to crawl within and already frozen body,
it Stabs its way through these collapsed veins,
Shredding the flesh, from my bones,
frozen needles,
puncture my heart,
yet I feel nothing,
for Ice has invaded before.

I smile as I lie face towards the sky,
As I feel A dropp of sweet red,
upon my cheek,
Eyes glance,
at a gaggle of crows ready to peck,
whats left of a frozen corpse,
I can't help but grin,
knowing This is what I've come to...
nothing more than a small meal,
to a flock of hungry birds of prey.
Fitting outcome, for such stupidity,
I bear to the world,
Unclothed skin,
As crows peck away,
and this half living,
frozen corpse.

Pale matches the white fluff of snow,
and the cool blue, of the ice...
This blood still flows,
as if it was never frozen,
Its color more deep, than any rose,
the smell so much sweeter...

This manifestation of ice,
Feels like love,
These Tormenting pecks,
Feel as if inflicted by doves,
The pain remains a pleasure,
the torment a silent touch,
The happiness, a warmth I was never able to feel,
the bliss of joy,
remains an enigma of something I know not to be real.

Comments about Eaten Alive by Crimson Love

  • (12/7/2011 1:45:00 PM)

    Height of visualization where the utmost torment becomes a blissful've reached the peak of ache, beyond which is the ultimate destiny is liberation of the soul into the firmament. Great write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 7, 2011

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