Fugitive liquids run over tender skin,
Pale flesh remains icy as heat leaves a body,
Burgundy color overpowering the clear,
Warm fluids leave crimson trails behind.
Sweat trickles; releasing evil; overlooking sin.
A bittersweet reminder of a body she cannot keep,
Regret flashes through suffocating veins. Too Late.
Droplets of remorse plummet; her blood runs black.
I really liked this piece, The emotion portrayed was really deep and heart wrenching. In some places the flow seemed off a tiny touch but nothing much to entirely reuin this dark poem. The word choice really descriptive which gave an eerie and intense feeling over the atmosphere. Well done on this poem. A great read. ~Mel