Objectum
She was like flame, eating her desires
But as she grew brighter she drew in more fire
Her love, her loss
Her dreams, what a cost
The knife whom she loved would soon be her bane
Her desire, so cherished, would bring her to shame
As she drew it in, it drew her away
Drawing her blood, she started to sway
Now on the floor of the bathroom she slept
The knife whom she loved stirred not nor wept
The End
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Objectum, which
was posted on Jul 16, 2011 by
ScarletteRain.
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About this poem
"Written by request. Darker than what I usually write."
This poem is filed under:
Imagery, Mature Themes, Simple Rhyme
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