Blood is what I lack (unfinished)
Just another rough draft,
that was lost and forgotten.
Blood is what I lack (unfinished) belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Pop Art and The Healing JourneyAs my heart cries,
It fails to pump blood.
Instead it pumps hurt, misery, and pain…
The tears from this vital organ,
Replace the blood with depression..
I can feel it in my veins,
My body rushes with hurt,
As my mind endures the misery,
the pain takes over my brain.
The thought of killing my emotions,
Becomes the only thought i have…
As I begin to loose what makes me sane.
Niki Renee
very pasionate i like it
Amorous Requiem replied
yeah, i wrote this at denny’s one night…
forgot all about it, didn’t know how to finish it tonight,
so i left it as it was. thanks very much Doll
keet
wow thats deep,I think we have all felt like that before at some stage in our lifes,nicely done.
Amorous Requiem replied
thank you for the most pleasant comment.
glad you enjoyed the write.. :-)