Nea Kris

Let the pain flow

Black Magic

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Almost black, this blood,
Out of my veins,
Like a souse on my heart,
Like a drizzle on the table.

They say it is a witchcraft,
They say it is a dark magic,
But I don’t care, yes, I care not!
Because their lips will be silenced forever…

This life on the table,
Still beating, don’t ask how,
This heart is poisoned,
But all poison can be a cure.

Laugh while you can,
My pain now becoming real,
Now my pain has power,
Now my pain will be released.

Almost black, this blood,
Out of my veins,
Like a souse on my heart,
Like a drizzle over your cold skin…


2 thoughts on “Black Magic

  1. I enjoyed your black blood poem! I, too, have darkness inside.

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