As the blade touches my skin
I'm reminded of my sin
Memories play before my eyes
Showing me my lies
As the blood paints my skin
I'm reminded of thy sin
The color of hell
Weeping out of me
With stories to tell
As the tears fall on my skin
I'm reminding of my sin
I orchestrated
A hurricane of fears
Raging tides
With an ocean of tears
As the pain fills my skin
I'm reminded of my sin
All the tribulations
Desolation and pain
From these hands they came
As the blade touches my skin
I'm reminded of thy sins
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Tide (Poems)
PoetryTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
