writing Blood

[Inkfeather 597]

Blood by *Mini0909 - My longest work in a long time.

 

 

The thorns of life, the rose filled bush.

Slash and rip apart the flesh of us.

It entwines our existence to suck dry.

Feed upon our hopes and wishes.

It’s poison scorching our veins.

Leading to our heart, to destroy.

 

These thorns prick holes, slowly.

Deeper and deeper they dig.

Corrupting the crimson essence.

Green fills as the red fades.

Another life lost to the darkness.

 

The darkness, the thorns and roses.

They dance a waltz through all time.

Movement so slow and subtle.

We could never know the pain.

Fiercely and hungry, it sucks us dry.

 

This eternal dance that we call death.

Another force of existence to fear.

It toys with us, plays us as puppets.

Another love story it will corrupt.

Life is merely for it to dominate.

 

The shadows creep up a pillar.

The pillar that is us, as we are.

We know to fear and flee from it.

Never known how to fight despair.

Another fear to know and avoid.

 

The thorny bush entwine the pillar.

Ripping apart every hope of us.

To hold up the world for us to live.

And torn down by a force so strong.

The shadow is fed by fear to kill.

 

Rotten and torn apart, we stand.

To struggle again for sake of none.

A life not meant to be lived or enjoyed.

The game only meant to entertain.

To entertain anyone but us, the shadow.

 

A chess piece to be moved around.

We are but pawns to be sacrificed.

In this endless board game we call life.

The desire to end it all, to pierce the heart.

Wishing only to end the pain we feel.

 

One quick cut is enough to yield.

To surrender in this game we play.

A stab, a slash is all we ever need.

Let the blood flow as a waterfall.

A reminder, a memory to the next.

 

We shed these tears, this blood.

To tell that this is not worth it all.

Surrender the game as it begins.

Do not let it control you, do not.

We beg of you, forget and forgive.

 

Do as we, take the knife and cut.

Add to our pool of pain and despair.

Help us drown these thorns and roses.

Let us kill the evil, the shadow of life.

Tear it down and let us sleep together.

 

Eternally we dream of a better place.

Without pain, without troubles or hate.

We need to build a wonderland.

A place for us to seek and hide our hearts.

Somewhere safe from the shadow.

 

Another thorn for the collection.

A prick of poison barely felt anymore.

The blood, now drained and thin.

We live on hopes of no existence.

Seek the embrace of pain and fear.

 

We have lost the game as it began.

We have struggled in hope of winning.

No goal to be found other than despair.

The darkness wins to own entertainment.

We need not fear anymore, just give up.

 

 

Give up and jump, take the fall and hope.

Hope that it will end it all and banish forever.

To never again wake to play the game of life.

Another dream of love that we might seek.

Will never be found in this world we walk.

 

Every step more painful than the previous.

One more thorn to add to the roses.

These roses that we find so beautiful.

Holds the poisonous thorns that torture.

These roses will be our long awaited death.

 

Help me, to help us, to show the world.

The signs of darkness we need to share.

Open the eyes of those we love.

Let them see that life is not worth the trouble.

Learn to embrace death as I have.

 

Help me, help myself, show me how to smile.

Share with me why you want to live.

I might learn to care again for us, for this.

A need for you to see who I am, see my soul.

Pull me away from the edge, the bloody knife.

 

Prevent the cut, the stab, the waterfall.

Pick up the pieces that is my heart.

Care for us, for the world to see it all.

That this is not worth living for, the pain.

Let us create our wonderland for real.

[Vicke 3,189]

Many viking tears was shread :<

 

I really wish i could help you Lamii, somehow...

 

Makes it even worse when you played this right before you read this:

 

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wCD-S0XKm8