Black Blood

by Kat   Jan 27, 2006


Darkness consumes me,
For I am of mortality.

Taste of copper and bleeding strong,
For I have tried being brave yet am still so wrong.

The wound sears like a hot summer day,
For these wicked memories I feel twist away.

Life is petty, fragile and short,
For what we attempt of any sort.

My world so easily ripped by pain,
For I question if I was ever sane.

So let the darkness consume me,
For I wish to die in this misery.

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  • 18 years ago

    by brown eyes and a melancholy smile

    Well done. some good word play and imagery in this piece. i particularly like the lines:

    "...Life is petty, fragile and short,
    For what we attempt of any sort..."

    "...My world so easily ripped by pain,
    For I question if I was ever sane..."

    "...So let the darkness consume me,
    For I wish to die in this misery..."

    good write. -hannah

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