ironclad blood in pain i knew i shouldn't have gone to that place full of memories of yore for sadness it brings upon my visage although to you all... invisible my pain still lingers on my veins and what is worse it still lingers on my head it still lingers on my heart... i was sure i had set on a new start but i was proven wrong, for treason arose and grinning as always had you from the start to end for me to spend each one of those ten thousand eight hundred endless and painfull seconds in the darkness, in my quiet and calm pain... yes, hearing you laugh didn't please me it stabbed me on the back the blood was dripping it soaked my skin and bathed my back and still... it was invisible to you... i burned from the inside out my face was screaming my feelings... but as always, calm and quiet no body realized i was dying i was broken i had fallen and i didn't want to spread them as they felt as made of iron but like the warships i made it through the darkness through the sea of blood through the sea of pain and made it into the clear fresh clouds feeling the moisture against my skin tears dripping of my face but a slight smile shown like a plight of one in fear but i wasn't... i knew, i know that trust is nowhere near now it went with them with their treason and for that reason i give this to you and i hope that in this mess you will find what you deserve and you will know... what i knew for such a long time before the darkess grasped you and left me to sink in the blooklike sea with my broken iron heavy wings... is this poetry? or is it just a bunch of useless words? i need to know if what i write is any good, but i haven't been to a place where someone has told me so, so i came here. can you tell me if it is poetry or not? note: i don' t smoke pot and i certainly wasn't high on anything when i wrote this. just in case you were wandering.