My dark freind
I carry my pain like my old lover, and I fill my cup from my bleeding wounds .I drink trying to satisfy my eternal thirst for your memories.
No, I'm not redeemed from you.
I cocoon myself in a suicidal memory of you, and I seeded your tears in a wasteland.
No one will ever smell your poisoned flowers.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoesiaMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
