SAD⏀MAS⏀CHRIS†

Within these walls I hold your fate in my hands 

Crimson pours over the sheets like a watercolour of agony and lust 

Do you now see who I truly am? ...

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Very very dark and sinister.
May there was the desire there once but probably not anymore as the blood starts pouring and the truth reveals it's cruel self......
Another well done poem.

[Scarlet Jackal]

Desire is a reflection in the shallow waters of our minds. Even if one does not directly say they want it, their spirit says otherwise... Hope that makes sense. Thank you

[Tina Kline]

You're welcome. And it does make sense.