All in the same direction,
and all of them made as symbol mark of pain.
Starting from the wrist,
All the way to the joint.
Maybe on your legs,
Until you've reached your breaking point.
To channel our emotions with our "special steel pen"
We reuse the same "paper" all over again.
Silhouetted are the memories as their shadows dance across the wall.
Watching in anticipation as they wait for blood to fall.
-Tj
13/04/2016.
00:24 am.
(When you realize you've had these poems sitting in the inventory as drafts for over about 2 months..... ;-; 9/06/2016 )
