Sell my soul,
for little less than free,
crack the whip, my skin is bare to thee,
Crimson drips from the gashes upon my back,
Losing sight.....vision is what I lack.
Fall asleep upon this Crimson drenched earth,
Forever to sleep, lets see what my soul is worth.
Harder she continues,
I fall to the ground,
Im at a loss for words, I cannot mumble a sound,
Pain consumes my insides,
Crawling within me,
I feel her presence,
harder she whips me,
pain embellished upon my body,
Not only my body drips crimson,
so do that of my bleeding words.
Publishing stuff, u should find a sponsor, gal... I am feeling the pain, the agony, the hopelessness, to say but a few....
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'Sell my soul, for little less than free, crack the whip, my skin is bare to thee, ' Out of all talented contemporary poets - every one picks some special topics. But your theme - death theme - romantic theme - creative theme - radical approach in your theme -- Hey I hail thee the best poetess in the theme..... Splendid run! I think you r living at your best in poetry! Kudos to you!