i have finally posted a poem in a very long time and this piece of work is different from the others...it needs your comments to quench it's undying thirst for improvement....so post on... Rusted Iron. Painting the walls of my cage with the blood of my victim, Hunting within her body a key to help me runaway, Enslaved in her arms like a wild addiction, Hiding yet free for every murderous hour of everyday. Floating in the ruddy pond, I drift into a sense of trance, Gifted with vulnerability, I’m weakened, A trickle of tear, a shiver much enhanced, With every bruise and smear, Death is reasoned. Inhaling the stale perfume that she had used, I calm myself with my own heartbeats, Ravaged lays her body and much abused, She could recall my hate while she sleeps. In the mist that binds us closer, I breathe, My warmth fusing into her cold, Every time we touch she gets the better of me, The story of a ruthless killer retold. Unfortunate yet gleeful for me and her betrayal, Smashed upon the iron gates, forceful witness, Crawling to beckon the sun, every time I fail, Forever shall follow me, the Shadow of selfish bliss.