Best Mysterygiving Poems
Blood dripping, dripping, upon my face,
what made you spill in such disgrace?
Was the hull to weak, for you to be embraced?
Or you came in at the wrong time, at this very place.
But in either way, your inquiry of destination, is not my case.
Blood dripping, dripping, upon my face,
the red that is in you, is getting misplaced.
Even though upon my skin, it feels like lace,
like a velvet stream; coming out from uncooked steak.
It has reached my lips, and has giving me an alluring taste.
I wonder what type of man this was, giving me this showcase;
his arm fumbled behind his back, his feet gave no trace,
his face twisted in agony, his heart...on a stake.
His body all bruised up, his fingers, mistakes.
How simple creatures are the human race.
All he wanted was to escape.