Wandering Scarlet

Rookie - 0 Points (June 1,1991 / Richmond hill)

Rain Of Knives - Poem by Wandering Scarlet

killing everything
i cant get out
i cant hide
i cant run
they strike me
every blow
like being shot a thousand times
blood trickling from my wounds
i try to stop it
it only enrages the flow
my hands turn red
pain like title waves
smashing into my soul
like mountains
falling from the sky
im hit again
pain flowing faster
the ground turns red
i now realize
im almost dead...

Comments about Rain Of Knives by Wandering Scarlet

  • (4/5/2007 8:36:00 PM)

    sad and powerful i love it (Report) Reply

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  • (4/5/2007 3:48:00 PM)

    This poem is good but sad (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 11, 2011

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