Peace in a Knife
Tainted with pain.
Tears falling
Turning blood red.
The heat of the knife
Burning my skin
Watching my soul
Drip from my veins.
Hearing your words
Stabbing with fear
No longer caring
If I have you here.
I only see red...
Love turned to anger
Kisses to tears,
My breath grows shorter
The sticky liquid of my soul
Splashes on the use to be white tiles
Crumpling to the ground
Feverish head pressed
against the cold tub...
I've finally found peace
by christina aldridge...copyrighted and all rights reserved...in other words it's mine!
