Nature of Pain

nights in the turning earth

running through the woods

chasing what is now dead to you

the blood drips with each sound of tearing flesh

such ecstasy, it calms my nerves

a crimson color paints my being

runs down the dais of my mind

tainting my every emotion

killing this naive beauty, losing me

reclaiming my soul into the nature of things.

to the nature of pain.

PMCLaura13 PMCLaura13
18-21, F
1 Response Mar 8, 2008

The imagery was intense. Now, there are some grammatical errors but, I assume that that doesn't matter to you. Otherwise, your work is good.