Colors of Dread

By vaultgrl

Black and red,
This pain begins to spread.
Now red,
My black shirt ripped to shreds.
Now blue, black, and red,
As my face hits the bed.
Now black,
How I’d love to be dead.
I can sew my shirt back with thread.
I can bleach back the sheets on my bed.
But I can’t remove the scars in my head.
Surgery could make my face something I don’t dread.
But I can’t remove the scars from inside my head.
Though not sure I’d want to.
My scars are from the life I’ve led.
No happy memories to be there instead.

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Published on Sunday, June 19, 2005. Filed under: "Poetry"

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Comments on "Colors of Dread"

A former member wrote: Wonderfully written!
On Sunday, December 30, 2007, Niemand (355) wrote:

This was awesome! I'm loving the rhyme scheme...-Gin
On Thursday, April 20, 2006, monalisamarie (113) wrote:

I love the contrast in this...lovely..
A former member wrote: Yeah! Awesome, chick!
On Saturday, August 13, 2005, TheBardOfBlasphemy (357) wrote:

good rhyming flow and a killer idea... without those scars you wouldn't be you...
On Saturday, August 13, 2005, TheBardOfBlasphemy (357) wrote:

oh yeah, by the way, I'm so jealous of your member number! 10,000... lucky you. I wanna be 666 :(
On Monday, August 15, 2005, vaultgrl (185) wrote:

lol, thanks.... I wonder who 666 is anyways, lol
On Saturday, January 7, 2006, Adam (241) wrote:

"Sorry, this profile is not currently available [back]".... thought you should know... they nolonger exsist
On Monday, June 20, 2005, vaultgrl (185) wrote:

...thanks....:P
A former member wrote: The emotions jump off the screen...wonderful absolutely wonderful
On Sunday, June 19, 2005, Serenity (469) wrote:

This was... well besides sad, great. I love everything about this. nice job :)