Maybe someday I'll stop writing poetry in physics and start paying attention to the teacher...
Apologies, the lines are all broken in the wrong places. Not my fault X)
or how your lies could hurt me. You just want to leave your mark.
You cut me to the core and then stand back and watch me bleed,
your boots encased in tainted snow, turned red with bloody speed
as I lie mourning your retreat from beauty into dark
and how you never think what fates your trespasses could breed.
They soon will cause you torment. Sated bloodlust will not feed
your lonely fingers, cold without my touch. I pale to stark
shades of tarnished moonlight as you stand back and watch me bleed
scarlet tears from wounds you've ripped in me. Lustful is your greed---
you kiss the hollow at my throat, eyes mad with flame and spark.
Never do you stop to think what fates this wrong could breed.
You wipe your darkened brow, where anxious gleaming sweat drops bead
and turn from my last gasping breath. You leave without remark.
You never stopped to think what fate your trespasses will breed;
just cut me to the core and then stepped back to watch me bleed.
Poetry by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
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Written on 2008-12-05 at 00:43
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Apologies, the lines are all broken in the wrong places. Not my fault X)
Scarlet Tears
You never stop to think what fates your trespasses could breedor how your lies could hurt me. You just want to leave your mark.
You cut me to the core and then stand back and watch me bleed,
your boots encased in tainted snow, turned red with bloody speed
as I lie mourning your retreat from beauty into dark
and how you never think what fates your trespasses could breed.
They soon will cause you torment. Sated bloodlust will not feed
your lonely fingers, cold without my touch. I pale to stark
shades of tarnished moonlight as you stand back and watch me bleed
scarlet tears from wounds you've ripped in me. Lustful is your greed---
you kiss the hollow at my throat, eyes mad with flame and spark.
Never do you stop to think what fates this wrong could breed.
You wipe your darkened brow, where anxious gleaming sweat drops bead
and turn from my last gasping breath. You leave without remark.
You never stopped to think what fate your trespasses will breed;
just cut me to the core and then stepped back to watch me bleed.
Poetry by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
Read 578 times
Written on 2008-12-05 at 00:43
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