Two Shades of Blood

This poem is simply about the consequences of cheating, being betrayed, and being left all alone in the dark.

Shaded rumination,
Melancholic preoccupation,
free-floating anxiety
delivers a fatal bullet.

Brains slashed with rain,
blood-curdling pain,
body shaking,
body aching,
silenced by your chill;
Nerves quaking,
tempers baking,
death within you still.

Alienation,
dehydration,
as isolation pierces
through spilled life,
let the living inside you flood.

Loaded gun,
rapidly pounding hearts,
terrorizing, raging eyes,
horror-flushed eyes
staring into the face of evil,
taunting chaos
with one simple pull of the trigger;
Disgust looming
as mind altering images entomb me;
Your eyes meeting with his,
his eyes meeting with yours,
my eyes staring murderously,
my lips kissing wind,
loaded gun,
here I go again!

Mind altering images,
reality extracting,
sanity distracting,
consume me;
In solitude I stay,
crying,
sighing,
dying,
as my insides are washed away.

Thinking,
drinking,
thinking and drinking,
the roses of love were for her
symbolic of deep feelings once given
from a heart I no longer feel;
End my vindictive reign,
halt my explosive conviction,
or will my whore and her lover be dead,
mind altering images
entomb me;

Your eyes meeting with his,
his eyes meeting with yours,
your lips kissing his,
his lips touching yours,
my eyes staring murderously,
my lips kissing wind,
loaded gun,
here I go again!
Two shades of blood still on the floor,
one is a lover and one is my whore.

Speculated love,
a shattered heart
is replaced with a heavy weight;
Nothing is real,
nothing exists
except thoughts that are scrambled
in my head.
"Hate me"!
"Love him"!
"Me as friend"!
"Kill her"!
"Kill him"!
"Kill me after I kill her"!
"Kill him first"!
Mind altering images entomb me;

Your eyes meeting with his,
his eyes meeting with yours,
your lips kissing his,
his lips touching yours,
my eyes staring murderously,
my lips kissing wind,
loaded gun,
here I go again!
Two shades of blood still on the floor,
one is a lover and one is my whore;
Lives shall be taken should you embrace anymore,
blood will start spilling as I break down the door.

Rape,
strangle,
sodomize,
pulverize
into two different shades of blood;
Blood on my hands,
Pray Lord! What have I done?
Blood on my hands,
marks on their necks,
pools of life flooding the floor;
Blood on my hands,
I can't even remember how this all began,
mind altering images
entomb me;

Your eyes meeting with his,
his eyes meeting with yours,
your lips kissing his,
his lips touching yours,
my eyes staring murderously,
my lips kissing wind,
loaded gun,
here I go again!
Two shades of blood still on the floor,
one is a lover and one is my whore;
Lives shall be taken should you embrace anymore,
blood will be spilling as I break down the door.

Two shades of blood still on the floor,
one is a lover and one is my whore,
thus I drink poison and fall dead to the floor,
no more confusion! No more....No more.

Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-12-11