Nov 2014
Blood turned cold and blackened
Is all that flows through these veins
An empty space where my heart used to be
A long scar where it was ripped out
These once sparkling eyes
Are now turned dark and dull
My brief happiness replaced by misery
I just want to be alone
Is all that flows through these veins
An empty space where my heart used to be
A long scar where it was ripped out
These once sparkling eyes
Are now turned dark and dull
My brief happiness replaced by misery
I just want to be alone
A start to a poem I had in my head. Just thought I'd jot it down real quick.
