Saturday, November 8, 2014

14th wish

Giving up a hollocaust 
Slitting my wrist to not feel this pain 
It's a tragic war , she whispers in the darkness of where your light used to shine 
She looks down , can't be a friend of time . 
I close brass button jacket
Slip on my glasses and hide behind black ink edges , burning like ashes 
Can you see the flames ? 
Left here alone , no ones to blame 

Soul is a ghost I sent with you 
With puffy red lips 

A heart 

A wish