watching my wounds
bleeding all over the covers
death will come soon,
watching my wounds, thinking of adding another
harder to breathe
lungs won't function
cough and weez
shoulder angels filled with corruption
so close to dieing
I can see vultures circling
its blood I’m crying
I’m dieing but the world is still turning
the blood drips
then flows
my conscious slips
then away it goes
I slip back to my dark place
firry tears run down my cheeks
in my hands I bury my face
an open wound that slowly leaks
stair at the boy who slowly bleeds
hiding inside
because of the neglected needs
so hollow, it's like something inside has died
regrets of all his rotten deeds
all alone he cried
you words scar me
and leave so many dents
rip away all hope and dreams
leaving only the sound of silence

 
Copyright © havoc643, All Rights Reserved