I scratched your name into these walls
Of discontent, and love’s betrayal
And red raw, blood drips, slowly pools
Reflected, crimson, stained teeth bared
Wild eyes, I see your laughing face
These knuckles white, your cackles sharp
Like razors cut, pink flesh, clean through
Skin, muscles, sinew, fat and bone
Spilled violently with no regard
Your words, dark deeds, most ill intent
Until a shadow’s all that’s left
Which fades as light tries to caress
’till dark returns scars to embrace
No one should suffer such painful disappointments like these…
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Wow! Well written Michael!
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Thanks muchly L
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You are most welcome.
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