Two Edges

Pz-avatarby Cerebral Slake03 Dec 2013

Black window to my soul

My mourning mind

Midnight...

...funeral

My pen gets colder in the dead of the night

Spilling ink for tears

It is the death of...

...words

The life of...

...beautiful sadness

Insomnia parties to the sound of...

...my breath

I stare at bored...

...calendars

And rest upon my protesting bed

Wiping blood...

...off the spot where words...

...bruised me

Cock a gun

I am the mourner...

...And I am the murderer.