Thursday, March 12, 2015

Deeper

A pool of manequine stitched words slowly 
Fall 
Into an empty void 
You speak but I can't even get in 
How could you 

Tragic death 
Hung by a noose 
Can't figure it 
Love slits my wrist 
Blood beneath my veins 
It's dark 
Can you save me 

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