I looked into those eyes i loved now wide with horror, begging for mercy,
my love for him drove me to the depths of hell,
but, he never cared,
so now, to those very depths i shall drag him with me,
he must feel what i have felt,
a thousand knives piercing my chest, every time i looked at him,
a million cuts upon my skin, oozing hot blood,
self-inflicted, just so i can feel again,
I pressed the dagger closer to his skin,
a single dropp of his blood trickled out,
i looked into his eyes,
i love him more than anyone could ever,
just to see him made my heart flutter,
and all the pain he ever gave me,
and all the love i had for him,
flooded back into my blackened heart,
i looked at him one last time,
and drove the dagger in,
i felt the hot blood gushing,
i heard him scream,
as i fell to the ground,
my hand round the dagger in my own heart.
i closed my eyes, and whispered softly.
'I love you'
oh gosh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! this is splendid write indeed.. and tell you what i know this feeling friend... feels like all your insides being ripped apart is n't it? ... hard to recover indeed.. this a very visual and different write.. liked this one..10 for you regards shan
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The White Knight Poem's thanks for stopping by, though not one has long to cry, glad to see you sometimes rhyme, hope you'll comment more next time. I have had but brief career, thrill to feel a poet's near, when so many air their pain, and decide to sleep again. Pray you are not one of those, though your footprints show your toes, Paladin, you bring to mind, savage soul whose heart is kind. Long Tooth