| For all the blood surrounding you The unseen eyes,reflect blood of tears....the blind are kept closed.For the ones who truly love,there blood is shed everyday, for your thought comes upon thee.I look at thy hands and I see your life imprinted upon them.....your blood runs through me....your eyes see me but yet,you fell to wonder.In dark chapter of the book of Life on me,you seem to show and then you throw it all away.Youve always carried me upon your shoulders...you have always taken the tears of pain and replaced then with tears of love...for I breathe your life within me,for you give life while I blindly see, that I am captured upon your blood...for you and all shall see how much I love thee,for all of the blood shall be taken away from me,as I show thee,this life upon me....you shall never cry agin nor shall you ever wonder why,for the end is soon and all my love and thy care shall bleed upon all life....for the beautiful scar of you shall be imprinted so I shall see,everday the love I give,for the love you never knew.I look upon your eyes while we see thy hands with the running blood of thy life going down my arm....I have fallen to my knees while the tears of pain,and love fall....I begin to slowly stop breathing for my love for you is so deep it over comes me inside,the life I hold with this hand begins to loose grip,while my eyes begin not to see,you are drifting away from me,as my blood holds you close in a deep pool....for now I know that my love for you will have to be shown through blood,which is now all surrounding as I loose all of your sight........ By, Devan Haddock |
| For I can be two I see nothing,but my pride being swallowed....My blood is nothing,it was nothing when you put me in this box.Im being suffocated by every breathe I take....My eyes begin to fall,my soul begins to cry....I am staked upon a tree while blood runs down my arms you laugh at me because I can not be what you have wanted me to be....I live in your shadow,you always push me,throw me around....you chain me to a dog and have me dragged.Everyday you dig,dig deeper in the hole,are you going to put me in that hole or is your insanity digging it for you....This day I awoke the chains were gone,I can breathe,I looked out my window and you were not there digging....and just when I thought all was safe and that i could run....you came in my room,you pointed the gun right at me! It seemed for a moment that you were crying tears of blood deep in sorrow.... just then when you looked me dead in the eye and I thought i was going to take my final breathe......you pointed outside my window to the hole you had been digging and as I looked,I heard the gun shot and you lay on the floor as the pool of blood reach my feet.....the hole is now filled as my blood is dripping. I am gone,this is what I have done to myself,I have now filled my grave as I hide from myself.... By Devan Haddock |
| The Playing Game This riddle has only begun,as I leave you now,the plot thickens an the rising point extends its limits,the curtain is drawn open,the crowd looks on....an, THE PLAYING GAME OF LIFE keeps moving on with each passing soul. By Devan Haddock |
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