blood on my hands

Home

Writers

Writing

Home | Search | New Writing

Groups

Contests

Link | Invite | Help

A Poem by Kira Sukame

its a poem of death, sadness and war

blood on my hands by kira sukamo

there blood in here.
im freaked out.
blood all over.
who says it taste like tomatoes.
it didnt.

the blood is over me.
im soaked.
the blood is on the wall.
on the floor.
on the couch.

there's some that claim me.
there's some that want me dead.
i killed today.
i killed in selfdefence.

now the blood is on my hands.

And allways will be.

© 2008 Kira Sukame

Writer

Stats

MySpace Bulletin

Share on MySpace

Facebook

Friendster

Orkut

Hi5

Wordsy

Add to Library

Bookmark Poem

Email to Friends

Link

[more]

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register

Featured Review

Bluet_Belle

Chilling and frantic and straight to the point.

It sounds like the exact thoughts that i would imagine rushing through someones head at a time like this.

Very well conveyed, and Ilike the bits of imagery,

The second two lines were much better for me than the first.

It was good too, but you seem to have really gotten more into in the last two.