Never shall you wake from your bed of broken...
Yet you shall sleep in peace...
Cold whispers run chills down my spine
As a clock's ticking desperately sounds...
This poem is dedicated to all those who struggle...
"Why would they give up on her?"...
~I know this is long but please vote and comment...
A fight for the glory...
Crush my soul like chalk to dust,
Staring in the mirror in pure disgust...
Whispering moments
of timeless love...
Reading through our past makes me smile,
and memories flash across my mind...
Emptiness in a formless shape
digging my way deeper in illusions...
Clash against the wall,
drop to the floor...
Loneliness drizzles
from aquatic eyes...
I listen carefully to the ticking of the clock
I'm already hiding when you break the lock...
Faces stare as she walks past.
A broken girl showing none of the light she once...