the world and all its wealth

Cold shiny metal
is licking my thin arm
the excitement as the skin
rips open to let
the fresh blood out

Hungry eyes are watching me
bleed through dried tears
trying to break loose
from the inner depths
of my own agony

Am I in heaven
or am I in hell?
My mind is naked
and I am blind
'Tis fate playing
her sinister tune
on a dead violin



Poetry by TomitaRiddle
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Written on 2011-04-30 at 18:36

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Who can't love the dead sounds of a sinister violin! :-)
2011-05-02


John Ashleigh
Dark and artistic - you have talent. I really enjoyed both of your poems - you inspire me....and welcome to poetbay! Keep sharing.

Regards,
John.
2011-05-01