Yours

by BrokenMisery   Jan 31, 2006



The poison drips like candy,
Heavy on my lips.
Lying in the shadows,
Of the moon's eclipse.
I am your secret,
Your hunting prey,
Feeding on me at night,
And taunting me at day.
Painting my wounds,
Insanity is you're art,
I; the canvas,
With an artificial heart.

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  • 18 years ago

    by LadyPearl

    Short, nicely written eery poem. Great descriptions.

  • 18 years ago

    by Joey Matthews

    Painting my wounds,
    Insanity is you're art,
    I; the canvas,
    With an artificial heart.

    (Great ending) very, very well written...

    Bravo!

  • 18 years ago

    by jess

    Omg! this left me speechless. wonderful poem! 5/5 keep up the great work!!!!

    love jess XXX

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