Sep 2015
Regret
Bitter
Bites tonight.
It rips at the edges
Of my manic mind,
A blunt knife.
Rusted
It leaves slivers of itself behind
Poisoning me from within
Bitter
Bites tonight.
It rips at the edges
Of my manic mind,
A blunt knife.
Rusted
It leaves slivers of itself behind
Poisoning me from within
