MurDer He Wrote

[goodnitestar]

THEse ways so Heartless
left on a Silent bench your emotions
Like A evil masacure
Knives stabbing hinchmen hanging
guns pointed deep into my spine
~With each tiny word ~
slipped from a tougne ive so passionately kissed
regretfully
how can these been the same lips?
when did you become
one of those mindless soilders
breaking through every moral vein
so unable to believe in anything real
as you take with slippery hands
my love
immediate devotion
well go on, while i just silently scream
tears pushed through these eyes
helplessly immancipated
march on to your battle
ill be sitting here at home
waiting for your safe return
as i find myself red from
all these wounds
wandering why im leaving them
unbandged , bleeding
through the skin

 

[goodnitestar]

yeah i like this poem , yeah , pat on the back for me, hehe since no one else is reading this

 

[drea]

itll get better, miss.
-drea