I could haemorrhage every verse that
pains me.
Lines that penetrate deeper than
what is penned.
Lying motionless on the wounds
that never heal,
confusion of what is my pain
and written verse.
I have hollow veins, nothing more to say,
altercations of a heart and self.
Looking beneath, I have scrawled a thousand
pains but there is nothing is seen..
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
I could haemorrhage every verse that
pains me.
Lines that penetrate deeper than
what is penned.
Lying motionless on the wounds
that never heal,
confusion of what is my pain
and written verse.
I have hollow veins, nothing more to say,
altercations of a heart and self.
Looking beneath, I have scrawled a thousand
pains but there is nothing is seen..
