The Blood


it bleeds, my soul itself bleeds, no signs of coagulation.
Product of my pain, pain of love's derivation.
I turn the pages of my mind, replete with
imperfections, errors, suffering of my own creation.
Pain I cannot fight, beyond a blades depth, frantically trying to dig it out, through my razors laceration.
The blood, it falls, crimson tears attempting to wash away the years, I've lived in imagination.
To think that ever could I be loved by another, this soul that twists through a nether.
The blood washes these pages, attempting to purge thesuffering of my history, those arterial tears, become as a rushing stream, drink it all in, my wasted life, covered in the blood that issues forth from me, a reminder of my strife.

The blood, this blood that gives man life.
The blood, this blood, that covers my pain, in a torrent of scarlet tides.

I drain the blood to cease.
I drain the blood to please.
I drain the blood to become. Empty

Report Story

byrengadeirishman© 2 comments/ 1468 views/ 0 favorites

Share the love

Report a Bug

1 Pages:1

Please Rate This Submission:

Please Rate This Submission:

  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
Please wait
by Anonymous

If the above comment contains any ads, links, or breaks Literotica rules, please report it.

There are no recent comments (2 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (2)

Add a

Post a public comment on this submission (click here to send private anonymous feedback to the author instead).

Post comment as (click to select):

Refresh ImageYou may also listen to a recording of the characters.

Preview comment

Forgot your password?

Please wait

Change picture

Your current user avatar, all sizes:

Default size User Picture  Medium size User Picture  Small size User Picture  Tiny size User Picture

You have a new user avatar waiting for moderation.

Select new user avatar: