Blood Dripping Date: Tuesday, 3rd May 2011 @ 02:58:35 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Dirkj Your eyes Inside the bottle of wine I had Everywhere Your eyes stare at me I am the purist And you a badly made movie That I hate But i am attracted to you Like a moth to a flame I burn my fingers Everytime I touch your pretty hands When I see you I see a landscape made in heaven I see trees and beautiful flowers But I know it's hell instead Everything turns into burnt Self centered images On deadly ground Blood dripping Blood….your most favorite drink Dripping from Every memory you have ever formed Blood dripping in delight From you somber white face Those pretty hollow eyes Shriek with an unstable laughter ….With such delight As you nail my picture Against your wall One more time Victim no so and so How do you live with yourself At the end of the day This poem is Copyright © Dirkj Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=166146