Pour out thine heart and try to express one self poetically… then backspace… Binding together words like a drunken tailor sews b-grade garments
Tag: river of blood
At 12 O
The silver blade slips from my hand as the clock in my room strikes 12 A stream of red rolls down my arm 4 glistening red drops of the liqiud falls to my tile floor Tears start to roll down my cheeks I have just grasped the reality of what I have done I am… Continue reading At 12 O
Last Breathe
The silver blade slips from my hand as the clock in my hallway strikes 12 A stream of red rolls down my arm 4 glistening red drops of the liqiud falls to my tile floor Tears start to roll down my cheeks I have just grasped the reality of what I have done I am… Continue reading Last Breathe
poems
The noose Is far too loose I’ll tighten it To make it fit