Jan 2016
I'd describe it as
mercury exploding
from an antique gun,
diamonds dripping
from broken eyes,
rubies melting
upon the sun,
crystals evaporated
on a lengthy sigh
but reality goes
you pointed the weapon
and pulled the trigger
I cried tears from eyes
that never saw your depth
the blood that spatters
against your fingers
will be able to trace
words of my last breath
******** i n g
b a s t a r d
mercury exploding
from an antique gun,
diamonds dripping
from broken eyes,
rubies melting
upon the sun,
crystals evaporated
on a lengthy sigh
but reality goes
you pointed the weapon
and pulled the trigger
I cried tears from eyes
that never saw your depth
the blood that spatters
against your fingers
will be able to trace
words of my last breath
******** i n g
b a s t a r d
Poetry v Reality
