Hope is for the forsaken
don't be taken
in by your dreams
it will not be the same when you wake
a sharp cut
dirt infiltrates the blood
the weeds don't scream
as you extricate them
sweat cools the red sizzling skin
rich taste of iron
as you suck the blood in
look at your finger
allow the last to linger
before wiping it away
and carrying on and carrying on and carrying on
time dwindles and falters
a spinning top
hopeful it will end
dreaming of a cut in the endless loop.
Comments
Highhat | July 10, 2011 - 04:51
Beautiful
;)Pia
samhennig | July 11, 2011 - 22:58
Cheers Pia, I feel quite happy with this as a piece, but I think it is missing something...any ideas? I think it is something to do with the ending...
Highhat | July 12, 2011 - 05:56
Yes it really does seem as though you had a lot on your mind- maybe you should look at it again and elaborate but really it is very good . It would be nice if it were longer. The images are very very good.
;)Pia
Highhat | July 12, 2011 - 10:15
You made it even better- nice ending- well done
;)Pia
samhennig | July 12, 2011 - 16:22
Cheers Pia :)
Glad that you like it