Crimson

by panicked life   Feb 7, 2007


I used to be happy, wont you believe me?
The demon inside has turned my heart to stone.
I have to hide and not see.
I've heard the voices and all their hated tones.

The prick was quick the slice was pleasing.
The emotions poured out to my skin.
I love the feeling, it was to me away from reality easing.
My soul is lost, the razor blade has worn it thin.

I cry for the night the the clear waters turned to crimson.

    report violation
0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 17 years ago

    by StonedGooberz

    Hmmm buietiful once again

  • 17 years ago

    by CY GINDLE

    I love it. you know that demon is
    a part of you now. you got to find a way to keep him inside. thats the beast within your skin.ever time you slice you release a part of him.stop
    cause once he out you won't be able
    to control that part of you that you hate. Dammmmm this is one deep
    comment this is better than my poems. anyway check out this poet called KORIEY you will relate search
    poem called 8:11 and take it from
    there.

More Poems By panicked life