Candles in the room, but corners are pitch black. I don’t care about dark corners, I am not afraid of the darkness anymore. My fingers are shivering. My tongue mumbles words. My eyes see hope, but I’ve heard that I am insane.
My fingers picking and putting pieces together, they are smeared in blood. Red color on my fingers – juice of life. Every tiny piece I pick and try to find a right place to fit it. My new hobby is a bloody puzzle! I laugh in the dark at my joke. Probably that is why they say that I am insane, but I am not. I am looking for redemption, I am looking for salvation. I am Doctor Frankenstein of myself! Piece by piece, I assembly bloody puzzle of my heart. I want it back! Then, in the light of candles I carefully put it in my chest and sew up the open wound. I scream of pain, but I laugh because my plan works! I will be alive again! My heart will be restored and beat in my scarred body. I will not let anyone to steal it again. Not anymore.
Dark! Love it!
Thank you! I won’t lie, your poem “Betrayal” inspired me 🙂
Really? That is so cool!!!
Together we bleed
Words of pain
Thoughts of madness
In the darkness we revel
Laughing in the face of death
Like wraiths in the dark
Cold, but not dead.
Don’t be fooled,
We have great power to whisper
The words of cruel truth
#darkunion 😀
Thank you, I really liked your short poem ^
Very nice!! Hmm.. we may be kindred spirits no?
We might! That’s kinda how I feel: dark and lonely, maybe a little bit insane, but yet kind.
Well stay in touch, we all need close friends, even in this virtual world. We can be insane together. 😉
Oh, I will be around 🙂 it is always fun-er to be insane together!
Ah! Genius. The last line made me realize why she needed to put herself back together! A stolen heart can be detrimental to ones health. Dark and clever. (PR)
😉 flattered for the rest of my day. Very glad you liked it