warm water washes down the sins
of heart
of flesh
pains put to rest
eyes shooting blank
at walls
at faults
veins pumping blood
razors that cut
through guilt
through skin
warm water washes down the blood
YOU ARE READING
When angels fall
PoetryA book of thoughts, pains and joys, served cold. No sugar to sweeten it up. i'm but a throbbing cluster of pain waiting longing to be released into nothingness
