The piercing sight of blood enters my gaze.
I smile, starting to lightly chuckle as my eyes gleam with resentment.
I retrieve the knife slowly.
Her lips caressed mine, as the world around me spun.
The sun was setting over the grassy horizon, as we departed.. slowly.
Dirty girl;
She was fairly young.
Her thoughts and doubts swarmed her.
As tears fell down, slowly.
The small swarms of negative thoughts swirl around the atmosphere, finding someone to strike.
But the pain comes slowly.
Why can't it ever leave quickly?
(Sorry this one is a little bad, hah. I rushed it. Also, I'm not a psycho. I just like to add an eerie feeling to my poems, hehe.)
