Drain

[Guest Crimson Spade]

I feel the sting of cold steel

cutting threw flesh the soothing of

my anger my fear as it flows as blood

warm crimson and pure yet tanted.

I let the water wash it away then a new fear

comes can i hide this fear this fear this anger

another day tell i can drain it all away.

 

 

This is my first poem ever please commen and vote thanks.

[Guest Crimson Spade]

Its me

for all to see

the people that understand me