Blind Love

Drops of blood seeping through the cracks,
Made with a knife of your choice,
Your screaming is my heaven,
But even better is your dying voice,

Ripped from inside out,
Hanging from my roof,
Is where I'd like to see you,
No lies just the plain truth,

When loves turns to a blackened rose,
With thorns as sharp as blades,
Ready to tear you from front to back,
Until your cold heart fades,

The promises you made,
To always care for me,
No longer exist,
Only a memory,

The love I thought we had,
Left me cold and lonely,
When you covered my screams,
And kept me from being free,

My private property was soon overcome,
As your hands took a journey,
First upon my face,
My eyes shut and she began to plea,

Down through my young body,
I could feel you inside,
I wanted to get out,
I wanted to hide,

As more hands found my body so soft,
Taking there piece of this prize,
My soul slowly began,
To rise,

My last gasp of air,
Was a vile breath,
Of disgusting men,
Creating her death,

Now only a hard corpse,
Laying on her beloved ground,
Still being discovered,
From all areas around,

Sitting and watching this still body rot,
From dawn till night,
Her purity hath been lost,
And left a sad and mournful sight,

No longer wholly,
Unnamed and now unknown,
Her love did die here tonight,
Heavens lost there angel, her soul now left alone.

Wrote on September 27th-28th, 2006
©Samantha Jayne Reed