![]() I watch the blood fallA Poem by Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry![]() Its a bit of a sad one but its my best work![]() I watch the blood fall Dripping down the page Scream for me Whimper for me Do you need me now? I’ve needed you but where were you? And I screamed it once and then a thousand times My blood was dripping down Cascading like a waterfall Crying for a soft landing I found nothing But rocks So you want me to be your silver lining? Never again will I succumb to your poison Your burning desire to hurt and burn I feel it kicking inside That urge… That desire… To crumble to your seduction… But Never will I be able to endure your power Of pain and torture. No time to crumble to your pain and torture No time to wait for you No time to wait No time to breath Sometimes I bite the hand that feeds me but shall I endure your blood-curdling scream? Are you but the Lilith to my pain and sadness? Its mistress? Immaculate in everything you do? Pristine and perfect? Like the porcelain of serenity? Shall I ever break through your porcelain eyes To see what lurks in your mind Crawling in the dirt and dust like a minion to Hades? Scream for my serenity for it is made of the thinnest glass The most transparent silk Of temptation As the scourge of my sanity The torturous screams howl Begging for my hand To stop beating your mind like drum Of human skin and bone Bleeding and torturous I watch you scream I lust for it For the end to come And swallow you whole into the gates of Satan To become his spawn His end His annihilation Yet I write these words Is it my fate? You’re all alone in your cold dark cave of pity and dismay Begging for forgiveness are we? Do you need help? We don’t want you Nobody does nobody will And nobody ever did The gates of hell bear a plaque For you It shows your scourge in all of its glory All of its decay and its oscillating glory Your walls burn down around you Decrepit fear Coagulating like a blood clot Your endless malevolence will end tonight I drive down the stake Cracking through the cage of beating life Pummelling your black heart Into the abyss Well is there an afterlife? You slave to satan I almost feel sorry for you and your endless pain But no never shall i relinquish your death I told you that you wouldn’t be missed and you aren’t... I warned that this is the end... You didn’t listen like always... © 2011 Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryAuthor's Note
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17 Reviews Added on February 14, 2011 Last Updated on February 14, 2011 Author![]() Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryKirkcaldy, Sherbs house on Sherbs street :D, United KingdomAboutI am Sherb of Sherbs Dreaming tree, Come inside and see, My marvellous range of tea. Haha Im Sherb I love poetry, it was my life for wuite a while and i have been suffering an 18 month block .. more..Writing
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