Running out of Days
Put on my favorite dress...
Unbearable palpable pain,
heart ripped from its mooring...
An old friend
Well I'll crack this brew and we'll have a chat...
A ribbon of blood flows from my wrist
But I don't feel the pain...
There isn't much I can do
But wrinkle my face...
The cross lays on the ground, dirty
it's stepped on by everyone who passes...
A rose grows
By an unknown grave...
You promise me you'll be okay
only to find you the next day...
A bleeding heart does not yet mourn,
Though waiting for death to unpleasantly dawn...
"NO!" She screams inside her head,
"I don't want to end up dead"...
Hiding in her room alone,
How does no one see her pain...
He came to her with a smile on his face
His hands behind his back...