Trickles as it comes to mind
A time from memory
Why must you remind me?
Past and smell of blood
The pain in my chest
You grow worse everyday
You cannot stop memory, you must repeat
You have never once stood
In anything but defeat
Again and again
And yet as I sit
in front of you love
Surely You Watch
My memories bleed
YOU ARE READING
Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
