Internally Bleeding

Whetted glass whirls in my stomach,

Originating from a splintered heart;

As it desperately pumps blackened blood

Containing miniature, honed shards.

 

Even more inflicted pain is brought

With every twisted smile;

Ripping my mind to shreds with

Internal razors twistered by a gale.

 

At last internal wounds

Evolved into external bleeding;

Dripping out my wrists is neither crimson,

Nor blue; but instead black ink.

Reviews

[demureminds]

Your imagery is great in this! You are too hard on yourself! I enjoyed this, it was very dark and grim, but exposes truthful emotions.

[Grayeyes]

Blackened blood...
Wow.
Visual's are amazing. I love it.

[Rox Bain ☮]

"As it desperately pumps blackened blood
Containing miniature, honed shards"
I don't know why... but for some reason, these lines sent shivers down my spine...
:O What do you mean, "I know it isn't good; but at least it's something"?!?!?!?!?!
It is good. In fact, it is AMAZING :)

[Tai]

If you want amazing, check out my poems "Drowning" and "Illusions." This does not even compare to those two; or at least in my eyes.

[eeoopig]

Yep it isn't good...it's great! This very very deep and dark, and the flow was brilliant :D