Black Poetry : Bloodstained Bedsheets

NileReflection

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Dec 9, 2003
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Bloodstained Bedsheets, wet with sweat
i sit
and stare at the color of my regret
Crisom Sin that i will never forget
I can't believe I..
LET
You

You were dripping wet with seduction
speaking honey into my ears
enticed my curiosity and my desire to feel loved.
...to just feel...

You poured promises
filling the cup of my naivete
until you had me convinced that i wanted something i didn't know.

You told me nothing would hurt and I...
in my drunken stupor, tumbled in the dark with you.

Before the altar of my innocence
you took away my inner child
and brought forth sensations in me,yet unborn.
As i held on for dear life
because i felt a part of myself dying

Red moon
crushed rose petal beneath my womb
entombed in the permanance
of every moment of this inner death.

After you left I slept..alone
I laid...alone
Afraid...alone
Trying to rationalize the speed at which my life changed.
And the intensity at which a part of me departed, broken from my whole.

Tell Daddy his little girl is dead
Read it on the bloodstained bedsheets on her bed.
 

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