Atonement

Atonement

A Poem by Herzeleid
"

Pleasure in my pain.

"

 

A single shard,

clasped hard.


 

The reflection

cast so coldly upon the surface.

I stare

as a red curtain is cast over it.


 

My fingers bleed

to fill the need.


 

Blood pools

on the floor beneath me.

So fragile.

A world that can easily be broken.


 

Rending flesh to the bone.

For my sins, I must atone.


 

I stare at my hands,

at the deep lacerations.

My soul ignores the pain.

I want more.


The pleasure in my pain,

that others find insane.

© 2009 Herzeleid


Author's Note

Herzeleid
This is an experimental poem. I will probaly add more to it. Would like an honest opinion.

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So far, dark and chilling. Good, tersely worded, and strong quick images.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Herzeleid
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