Originally Posted by Ysdat

its time to murder my pen and let the blood drip from the tip
sign her life away in ink and let you think I was sick
manufactured blood leak's in a natural flow to create whats originally dead
all though it appears blue at first glance its spiritually red
shakey wrists moves this dieng pen thru it last stages of lifes trouble
I relise each stroke of her body the bleeding doubles
needing to induldge in each drip of her body to get my message across
But every time I try to express my mind a lesson is lost
The feeling of her blood touches my hand staining my skins perspective
This bloody soul is so longing for a new life not neglected
blood forms a formation some sort of subliminal message tryna be told
As I remove the pen from paper the blood continues to move
Tryna tell me somthing in life that may cause my heart rapidly sooth
but its more a perspective of somthing I cant visualize
pain of my pen seems true each movement her wicked blood makes
recline back relax, Im here till the end no matter how long it takes
her blood struggles to form what she tries to speak in a message of love
she seems in agony like a devils death bed's been made
red ink seems to rapidly flow like blood from a agonizing suicides blade
I take a glimps away for no more than a second when i see
lifes death defying desperate question of what my pens is asking me
tear's slips down my red face,I know I cant speak or lie
the letters on my page have formed intact, my pens asking to die

*snaps pen*

Originally Posted by Ysdat

1988 (war stricken iran)

9:30 am (future looks bright)

As the people gather to celebrate the finalising of lesson's been learnt
One kid smiles from ear to ear,showing no shame like descretions been burnt
Theres a certain shine to his eye,a never before seen glee to his face
definite happiness filling the dusty air,thats usually never seen in this place
a man proceeds towards the group of young men and hands a diploma
preparing to rush home and spread the news to his dad nursing nan in a coma
says his thankyou's to his teachers and freinds,starts his quick run home
unaware that these are the last smiles from his innocent face,to ever be known

9:55 am (unaware)

Stripping off his graduation robe,dashes rapidly from his beloved education
without relising the devils steps are being taken,peace's gone like doves seperation
gathers a fast pace with his exstatic legs to express the news at his dwelling
first in his family to graduate, he shines the new hope away from usual expellings
starts the new trend for the next generation,proving education is rightous
despite his lifes fight it ignites the right type away from spite and as i type this
his family still dont relise he could of been a new found leader in testing times

10:15 (open feild)

Sirens race thru the streets of iran in attempts to prevent another casualty
leaders speaking...
......"why didnt we place signs for what was placed by the facualty"
mother on her hands a knees,blood staind she's pleading "cant you see"
these mines are taking lives, this death of my son has damaged me
he was our future hope, life's hung on the balance like a noose with rope
murder is a bliss satafaction for governments like its used to cope
graduation now seems distant,look's like god really doesnt have remorse
as she roll's him over,notice's somthing in his pocket,she literally pause
pulling out the message wished to deliver,graduation papers burnt and torn
now has the answer to her question,son was gifted since he was born
By standers watch vigulant as a empty mother picks up a decapitated son
tears fall from her lifeless face, looks like the open feild mines once again won