Never, ever, yours…

Some words.

Within my heart there is a page

where words I scrawl at night,

and tears cause ink to slowly bleed

Where down my cheeks like night they run

and scars form in my flesh.

A madness takes it’s cackling hold

and mocking screams into my face,

with wild eyed he repeats the words,

the things I should have said to you,

that haunt me to this day…

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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