Blade of Sorrow

RSS

By \\~Ich Bin Mir~// •

Drown out the sorrow Coming for your heart Cut your self slowly As the pain starts You see the crimson liquid Falling on the floor Your mind tells you nothing But your soul tells you more You fall to the ground hugging you knees Nobody knows what’s under those sleeves The pain and stress is all you grieve The voice inside is of desperate need The silver blade is your only friend It helps relieve the pain within You have no friend, only one The blade of sorrow is the desperate one

This poem has no votes yet.

To vote, you must be logged in.

To leave comments, you must be logged in.

November 29, 2009 10:32Invisible Poet

Revel in the sorrow/
for it hardens your heart/
walk to your memories oh so slowly/
make no sudden jumps or starts/

there are so many crimson liquid/
puddles on the floor/
you tell the world nothing/
you long to tell them more/

you remain bent, broken at the knees/
can't belive what is seen under sleeve/
at your pain you grieve/
the voice inside could be without need/

a blade is no friend/
its a pathway out for whats within/
you look for friend, blade is not one/
question yourself, who is desperate one


Good piece of writing...