Dripping red

It was sticky

My hands ran the lines of the walls, taking in every inch.

Every second could be counted by my breaths.

The smoke from the gunshots got caught in my lungs.

Not the only thing that got caught.

Suddenly I stop breathing, I looked out and your remains laid in my arms.

I killed you.

I killed you

I killed you

like you killed me...


Only metaphorically

My death was never to be seen

Not a **** eye on me

Never on me, never about me.

The great king has fallen,his ****** were but whispers and dust to be whep under the rug.

Like my existence.

He held me at night kissed me ever morning

And told me he loved me.

Lies there all lies.

And even in his memory he was still able to bury me.