Love Struck Asylum

Nothing.

Completley emotionless, no inch of feeling left in me.

It watches my movement.

Continuously wandering this empty room, i call my mind.

I close my eyes.

Staring at the blank walls,

I think of him.

I dip my fingers into a sudden appearence of red paint.

Slowly and steadily the tips of my fingers create my minds picture.

Slamming the liquid onto the wall.

The space now becoming full of wreckless emotion.

My hands moving to the rhythem of wasted love.

Each curve is a night i spent in insanity.

Faster.

Splashing my questions and regrets.

Onto something so plain, so cold.

Mysterious, odd.

Light, yet too dark.

A disturbance so real and deep.

Rushing up and down the veins in my twisted ankles.

The corners strain my eyes with the unknowing.

It's completed.

My heart and mind combined to create an image full of hatred and doubt.

I feel pain.

Physical pain.

Unreal.

Until i open my eyes.

I fall to the floor.

I now lay in a puddle of my own blood.

X's on the wall, match the ones on my wrists.

The room grows dark.

It covers my body.

I whisper,

"he put me in this place."

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Reviews

[yemaya]

i know it's sick but i love anything with blood, i love this poem

[Tori]

Very good. It keeps you quessing at first, but later, it becomes more apperant. And, I'm not sure why, but after reading it, a strange scent of paint and nail polish remover filled the air. Odd. But in a good way. Very good.

[Ama May Cooper]

oh .. a morbid poem .. and im not sure of the intention
i get the feeling the one she loves was never gentle toward her but she loved him unconditionally all the same.
A strange, a very strange representation and i do wonder what the motives where behind it, but its wonderful and it is very nice and i do feel that it is something that i wud read again and again well done