Empty, hollow words
echo through the air
A cry for help
the reaches nowhere
A crimson drop
that holds all life
A great darkness
ripping sanity with a knife
Sweet rain falls
upon the cobblestone
A cold, chilling wind
freezing to the bone
Ivory keys
echoing an empty tune
And erie light
making shadows in the vacant room
YOU ARE READING
Until I Fall
PoetryJust a collection of poetry that I write. Yes, it's just another collection of poetry written by another angsty teenager. Sorry I'm not a professional and I don't have as much life experience, but I really don't care. I'm just going to write. I coul...
