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Drawing Blood

PostPosted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 9:48 pm
by Saturn
Drawing Blood

I draw blood for my hurt,
I hurt as I draw blood.
Intermingled, blood, tears
Form a potent cocktail
Such as murderers quaff,
Suicides drink in gallons.

No pain is eased, no wounds
Will ever be blemish-free.
Scars remain, those seen
And unseen water-markers
Of that ebb and flow
Of an inconsistent tide
Beating back and forth
Swilling its huge bulk
Throwing chaos like dust
In the too wide eyes
Of a poor innocent man.

PostPosted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 11:08 am
by AsphodelElysium
It is strange how pain can take such a beautiful form. Reading your poems makes my little black heart ache.

PostPosted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 9:37 pm
by Saturn
I wish I didn't have to feel such pain.

I would trade this poem, every one I have ever written and will ever write for a pinch of happiness. :(

PostPosted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 12:12 am
by AsphodelElysium