Knuckles drain to a ghostly white,
Clenched around blackened steal.
Breathing colder than the night,
Slowly forgetting how to feel.
The bitter smell of gunpowder
Lingering throughout my nose.
Sharp echoes growing louder,
As the blood gradually flows
Eyes glowing like a cigarette
Though all other light grows dim.
Heartbeats throbbing with regret
Teardrops falling down to him.
Ice trickling though my veins,
Numbing the weight of my guilt.
The street soaks in crimson stains
Because of the blood I have spilt.
Knuckles drain to a ghostly white,
Clenched around blackened steal.
Breathing colder than the night,
Slowly forgetting how to feel
YOU ARE READING
Words from the Mouth of Midnight
Poesie(Mostly)All the dark and creepy poems that spill out of my mind, and everything else midnight inspires.
