The pain and fear
of losing one thats dear
eyes begin to bring forth tears
or... to use a serated blade
cuts across sacred plain
and then the blood begins to drain
fear of the thought is stained
not only in the heart, but also veins
both crying out for you, soul-mate
Cutting along in words or design
once the blood has dried
shows your love was mine
scalple now in hand
ready for last demand
lay down or stand?
open up my chest
cut out my ribs, find the best
Past the Bloody Fear Test?
12-21-2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem