A Poem by Khaotic Katastrophe


Tears of blood stream down my face.

Crying caused by pain.

Infinite trying.

Fighting for myself within myself.

Locked inside I can’t get out.

What’s left of my sanity?

Does it still exist?

Do I still exist?

Sitting, staring, waiting, fighting.

Shall I see victory?

The day when tears of blood stop falling from my pleading eyes


© 2010 Khaotic Katastrophe

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Wow, great piece. Very moving. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

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it is really good

Posted 11 Years Ago

The pain in this piece shines through tremendously, very emotional and moving. The uncertainty dominates this piece as well, overall excellent job!

- S.T.

Posted 11 Years Ago

Great piece, I like the emotions in this and the creativity. Just keep that unique style of yours. :D

Posted 11 Years Ago

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4 Reviews
Added on April 6, 2010
Last Updated on April 8, 2010
Tags: fight, depression, blood, sanity

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