The stopwatch stopped. yet still it ticks,
Lives burnt away like candlewicks,
Your frail heart slows beneath my hands,
Blood red blooms where alone I stand.
YOU ARE READING
Scattered Ponderings
PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
