Figure of blood...

by DeadGirl AKA Becka   Mar 22, 2007


Take my love
never let it stay
the tip of thy finger,
glistens the day...

Drip drop
falls the blood
sliding down,
into the mud...

A drop of blood
stops at my ridge,
Halting it's movement,
over the ledge...

The blood holds a story,
yet to tell me.
A change in my life,
it's sets my soul free...

Lifting the drop,
and touching my lips,
it tastes like as if poison,
my soul finally strips...

Now I see,
a distant figure,
coming to me.
I no longer shall linger...

It raps it cold arms,
around my waist...
I can't see who it is,
I can't see the face...

It takes hold,
of my cut finger tip...
It brings it close to it's mouth,
and takes a soft lick...

I feel a chill
run down my spine,
he's sucking it now...
my life starts to unwind...

It's as if...
he's taking from me...
the life that I had...
what I wanted to be...

One more lick,
for my last drop of blood...
he slowly starts disappearing...
with it into the mud...

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  • 15 years ago

    by Nix

    Very interesting poem, it has superb and haunting atmosphere. Imagery is great and you described emotions excellently. Well done! 5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by aisyned

    I love it!