Things are going great
at least i thought they were...
What you say,
What you do...
I am the spinning,
she is the spun...
Gently rippled water,
fingers gliding through...
I'll wash away your tears with my bleeding heart.
I'll pray...
** This poem is strange, it was inspired by one of...
Your mind, your spirit, discarnate...
So many attempts,
yet so little time...
Blood and tears,
Death and fears...
What is happening to me?
Do I choose to only see what I want to see...
Rusted life bruised bent roted burnt and scorned
crying baby never having its last wish fulfilled...
Cold, lonely ember
Died out suddenly...
Alone and helpless
Travelling down a long forgotton lane...