The Sweetest Sin..

I never knew it felt so good,

This sweet friction: cold metal on skin;

The ragged blades create a deep crevasse,

The pure satisfaction takes you in.

I watch as the ruddy drops fall down slowly,

Creating a vast ocean of red;

What was once the life coursing through my veins,

Is now the remnant of my pain and dread.

I feel my heart beat slowing down,

The sound now echoes through the room;

I’m wondering whyΒ I feel no pain,

Is it supposed to end so soon?

No remorse, no guilt, no sorrow,

I lie as blissful sleep takes over;

Flashes of my life passes me by,

AsΒ I count my pulse, now getting slower.

Thats it, this is the end I know,

I feel the darkness pull me in;

Don’t cry for me when i’m gone,

This is me commiting my sweetest sin.

P.s. This is a repost of a previous post with some editing done.. πŸ™‚

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19 comments on “The Sweetest Sin..

  1. Has to like for how you have written it, didn’t want to like for the sadness. Well done RG. πŸ™‚

  2. meiro says:

    I have nominate you for the Gargie Award, please check at http://meirozavian.wordpress.com/2013/01/04/the-first-nomination-in-the-beginning-of-the-year/
    Congratulations!

    Warm regards,
    mei

  3. Thanks a lot…it iss such an honour πŸ™‚

  4. deanabo says:

    The emotion in this is powerful. Very good writing.

  5. sakuraandme says:

    God I love the depth of it and read it twice! Hugs Paula xxx

  6. I do remember this one well……

  7. soumyav says:

    so very sensitive and emotional.

  8. Ray says:

    You wove your tale wonderfully. Your imagery was exquisite with your word choice. Well done

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