Red and Silver


  • Death

    Red and Silver

    The cold metal of the sharp razor caresses her thighs
    Every one saying "She's just high"
    Her mind is in another place
    Only seeing his face
    All she wants is to sit down and cry
    But, instead she chooses to die
    As the razor glides smoothly up her veins
    she smiles, thoughtlessly, feeling no pain.
    The blood flows from her skin like a crimson river.
    The look in her eyes would make you shiver
    Her eyes roll back in her head
    Hurry, she's almost dead
    As she lies there on the floor
    The paramedics knock at the door.
    When they finally make it in,
    two seconds too late,
    her life has flown from her skin.

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    mykhail commented on Red and Silver


    EvilEyes ... your visulization is amazing and great usage of imagery, I love how you related the blood to life, just as Moses told us.

    PunoAngulus commented on Red and Silver


    Imagery, the experience amazing. I felt the razor the life of ones soul leaving in a fleet of a second like life is to an eternity in hell. Amazing.

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    EvilEyes’s Poems (22)

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