Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2013
Tick of the time as minutes washed
away
This weight upon these shoulders
spread inside me
My dark came so quick

A crimson black that caught my breath
by its beauty
The time to blood on
was near
The time for worry faded
I was ready

They say fear infests a passion
To fight for love
To live a life
To hold
Yet my hunger swept this smile away
And my thirst to drink you dry
Became me
andy fardell
Written by
andy fardell
317
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems