Haunted
By visions
Of fresh flowers
On a bloody corpse.
Lifeless from the chase,
A scythe in his side.
The deadly discovery,
Unknown to all but me.
Waiting for the dainty
¨Knock, Knock¨
To end all
That is Pure
And Safe.
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the lost
PoetryA hodgepodge of my poems written at different points in my life. some will be happy, others sad, all had meaning at one point or another. And who knows, maybe you'll see a bit of your self in one of them.
