In a state of Emergency, I don't know if your love can rescue me.
As of now I'm lying, contained by sinful change, to this gurney.
The symphony of my blood leaking on the floor.
The blade deth deep into the vein that it tore.
There hasn't been enough time, but more than enough for me.
I'm sorry that I'm not strong enough to live in this tragedy.
You make me hopeful but I'm too far gone.
Distraught with the lacking of wings that I so desperately long.
I'm in a stateof Emergency, where you're my cardiac arrest.
As I've been trying to repair this shattered thing inside my chest.
The urgency I once felt now has fled.
Along with the delusions that I see of your love in my head.
The conclusion of this Emergency has decided that the color of love is red.
Bleeding out my thoughts of you, I guess that's enough said.
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