argha1991
02-26-2012, 11:16 AM
It ran and ran,
Through all my soul;
Bequeathed my being from every singularity.
In one decisive moment;
A sharp, double edged knife-
Beneath the veneer of WORDS,
Stabbed.
My venerable sanity remained silent;
And my heart yearned for that blood to quit.
Drenched.
All red,
I wait alone
For your soul
To escape those scratches.
Through all my soul;
Bequeathed my being from every singularity.
In one decisive moment;
A sharp, double edged knife-
Beneath the veneer of WORDS,
Stabbed.
My venerable sanity remained silent;
And my heart yearned for that blood to quit.
Drenched.
All red,
I wait alone
For your soul
To escape those scratches.