The Keepers Athenaeum

death soaked hands
stained.
face numb
no pain.
my world,
through rose coloured lens.
once clear,
but now
stained,
dark,
blood red.
a glimmer of hope
a sharp keen edge,
raised above my head
dropped and shattered with force and hate
over and over again,
now dull with death
and stained that dark deep red.
the screams still resinate
trapped in my mind.
was it yesterday?
today?
that i lost my mind?
lost all time
commited this crime.
in the name of love

This entry was posted on Wednesday, July 6th, 2005 at 4:02 pm and is filed under Jarody's Poems.