Your Blood-Red Dress

sitting on your black chair
is Maddy dearest
in her red and black dress
after her huge birthday party

you put back on
your bracelet of black pearls
expensive are your things
you had no choice but own them

stumbling into a pubble
of half dry blood
you wonder where it had come from
who had possibly died

walking around your house
looking into rooms
trying to find a body
that was never there

you finaly reach your room
and fall into your bed
you feel the wet blood again
and a body under you

you fall off your bed
and look at who is there
its yourself, stabbed in the back
with your own silver knife

you look at your hands,
they're ghostly and transparent
you look inside your mirror
your reflexion gone.

Oooh creepy!

O_O
that is one creepy poem...

AWESOME!

yay get used to my creepy and gloomyness...i write this kind of poetry lol..and only this kind.. n thnx

ah scary in a cool way...

i know.

Awesome

ooo me likey very..umm..wats the word...i dont know so im just gonna say its flippin awsome!

That's really cool.

woot woot people. i had a great day and you made it even better! wooo yeah

and when i wrote pubble i actually wanted to write puddle..the keyboard likes to confuse me lol.

killing loneliness:

and when i wrote pubble i actually wanted to write puddle..the keyboard likes to confuse me lol.

A tip; proofread.

i know i know....i'm just such an egotist lol...i udnerstand everything and i hear other people\s advice and i know what other may think. but i still don't do what i should.