20 minutes before midnight
strikes, the heart is racing
for it's dear life
you're standing on the side
of the road
watching me
run away from my
problems
The rats cling to the
streets, their bellies
full of spite
for the uprights
A shadow takes in
all the detail
from outside
the light
Holy, as it were
Holy, as it shall be
forevermore
My head
rests on the desk;
I pretend it's the *****
of my lover;
and I weep,
and weep,
and weep,
until the
scar riddled wolf
is ready to eat.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC
20 minutes before midnight
strikes, the heart is racing
for it's dear life
you're standing on the side
of the road
watching me
run away from my
problems
The rats cling to the
streets, their bellies
full of spite
for the uprights
A shadow takes in
all the detail
from outside
the light
Holy, as it were
Holy, as it shall be
forevermore
My head
rests on the desk;
I pretend it's the *****
of my lover;
and I weep,
and weep,
and weep,
until the
scar riddled wolf
is ready to eat.
