"Love kills. I am love."

Bird In Red

An empty, abandoned room,

Just a body on the floor.

Only thorns left where the roses used to bloom,

severely blood-stained walls.

 

Nobody dared to enter the room the corpse was in;

"It's Bird In Red," they whispered in fear.

The victim had hearts carved into her skin.

I'll come back, my dears.

 

Red ink dripped onto the table.

I dipped my pen in your blood.

Five words I wrote on the paper:

"Love kills. I am love."

  • Author: Bird In Red (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 24th, 2025 10:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: Something a bit...bloodier
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: RSM0812
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  • Poetic Licence

    And sometimes it does feel like that,but we eventually rise from the dead, enjoyed the read

    • Bird In Red

      Glad you enjoyed! Thank you!

      • Poetic Licence

        You are very welcome

      • sorenbarrett

        Brutal and sad with a clever use of language to make its point. Nicely written

        • Bird In Red

          Thank you!
          "Clever use of language" is a very nice compliment to get as English is not my native language.

        • RSM0812

          Very powerful and well written. Love is a drug. Some drugs are good drugs. Some drugs are bad ones. Which one is love?

          • Bird In Red

            Thank you!
            That is a very good question. Love seems to be both: good and bad, life and death, pain and comfort.



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