I put a blade against my skin,
Play it like a violin,
The blood drips on the stage,
As my emotions saying encore,
Screaming to do more,
The blade swips my skin,
Playing it like a violin,
Play it until the curtain drops,
Play it until the feeling fade a way,
I hear the bad memories leave the room,
As i Play this tune,
Playing each cord like no other,
At the end of the show the curtains close,
I hear cheering from the audience,
I put the blade away until the next performance.
YOU ARE READING
Scream:Poams
PoetryI look up you were there, then you vanished in thin air, and now im lost and cant find my way back, i sream your name but noone ansered, I try and try to find you but you can hear me sream in pain from the broken walls that are srenking by my sorrow...
