Chelsea Grin

I wrote this while In English class. It came to me and I just let it bleed onto the page

She sat and she sobbed, a tear for each sin

A blade in one hand as blood ran down her chin

The madness had set, taking with it her sense

With an inhuman calm her blade she did rinse

She picked up her looking glass at a gingerly pace

And through half shattered glass she saw her own face

She saw something she hadn't seen in a while

Though smeared in blood her face had a smile

This wasn't a smile for the joys of life

But the kind that must be wrought by a knife

She had carved a wicked grin into each cheek

Her face a horrid sight that would make anyone weak

She looked raving mad, But then again

Most sane women don't have a Chelsea Grin

Author's Note

any opinions are welcome :)

Reviews

[PonoEllis]

LOVE IT!! so beautiful and creepy, remained me of Jeff the killer and the joker

[Death's Poet]

thank you so very much

[Abilash Uttama]

Gloomy but beautifully written. Nice work!

[Death's Poet]

Thank you so much!! :)

[Jim Falcon]

suicide is always a sad topic to ponder upon; and it's seldom a black n' white picture. well done, this is a beautifully written poem.

[Death's Poet]

Thank you so much, This was one of my first works. I'm glad my message got across well

[PonoEllis]

how could the message not? It was so well done

[Death's Poet]

Thank you so very much!! !:D