Spilling Rage   Author:  26975  Category:(Poetry) Created:(2/25/2001 11:53:00 PM) This post has been Viewed (327 times) The red ink of rage splatters against the white paper writing of such lengths of a destroyed heart... My eyes do not see, yet my hand scribbles this demon speaks... I don't see you any more... Spilling Rage continues on, scraping this paper bleeding the ink onto it's surface what's more? The ink bleeds through shows you what my soul is like... My eyes cast you down, seeing nothing but your sides I want to scream so bad, that I hate you I retain my inner rage, this demon promises... I will get you for this later... As the sun rises over the misty morning, I retreat to a darkened room this blood still dripping...off the table making it's pool on the floor Shameful acts of what you see mean nothing, unnoticiable for eyes of mine nothing shakes me, the blood scribes it's own mark of the Beast upon me... I awaken to the Darkness once more my body writhes in pain of punishment the demon has meant well.... the blood still scribes upon my skin This ink still writes upon the paper.... You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click here Scroll all the way down to read replies. Show all stories by   Author:  26975 ( Click here ) Spring is coming