Comments about XBlackxRainbowX
Crimson falls from the needles tip.
Thread of black will do just fine
For this poem in my mind.
Print it out, slow and quick.
Crafty with each little prick.
Spelling love, spelling hate.
Spelling death, my final fate.
Now the sore is open again.
I won't be told.
Not now-Not then.
Tears fall hot from my lovelorn fit.
I love you so but you seem not to know.
The dark is here and it seems to grow.
Again I'm here to sit alone,
Staring at the flesh I've sewn.
Stitch me here-Stitch me there
Thead the ...
Once upon now, you wish to be found,
But no-where you seem to be.
A look in the closet. A peek in my pocket.
Where is your voice coming from?
Wondering 'round, your no place to be found.
What do you want me to do? !
Back to my room, for I'll find you soon.
The blade will lead me to you.