Tears Of Blood

by CrysluvsBowie   Apr 5, 2006


Saught by Satan,

Haunted to feel pain.

Sick-minded demons;

Press darkened thoughts into my head.

Help me.

I can't be saved.

Save me.

Help does not come for the damned

Warm blood collides with the white tile,

Of the kitchen floor.

Caught by Satan's knife.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Imogen

    This poem is excellent. You really capture the reader. The last line is amazing; caught by Satan's knife. The only thing that wasn't so great was the title. It doesn't really seem to fit in with the rest of the poem. But apart from that it's brilliant. Well done.

    Imi

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