There Is Blood
My forty-fourth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena
This is my forty-fourth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena, but also inspired by me actually managing to slice open my thumb with my razor this morning. Even I don't know how that happened, maybe too many episodes of "Supernatural", who knows.
I'll go with the villanelle form for this one.
The music I have chosen is "The Cutter (Transformed)" by Echo and the Bunnymen from the album "The Stars, The Oceans & The Moon"
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The Blade Slices Through The Skin
The Flesh Parts, Red Blood Does Flow
Your Life Force Drains, Eyes Grow Dim
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A Crimson Pool, Scarlet Sin
Watch By Black Eyes Of A Crow
The Blade Slices Through The Skin
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Life Departs, Blood Is Flowing
Victim Of A Fatal Blow
Your Life Force Drains, Eyes Grow Dim
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Your Life Fades, Crimson Blood Rains
How Long Is Left? You Don't Know
The Blade Slices Through The Skin
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Flesh Is Cold, Food For Vermin
Rats Feast On Your Bloodied Corpse
Your Life Force Drains, Eyes Grow Dim
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Killers Wear Demonic Grins
They Land One More Fatal Blow
The Blade Slices Through The Skin
Your Life Force Drains, Eyes Grow Dim
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Creepy crawly.
Oh man I sliced my finger the other day I can relate to the pain but this poem turned it to a full blown horror! Excellent π
Creepy-crawly - awesome villanelle!
You diced it and sliced it. Well done!!! Left a bloody heart!!!
Scarlet Sin, this was very wonderful and fascinated me! I loved this poem so much!
oooooo, so well done
Nicely done. Slice, slice!