February 5th, 2017
Staring through the cracked darkness,
awaiting a new day.
Staring into the shadows,
waiting for them to go away.
Feeling dark thoughts coming to me,
desperate for my attention
Hearing nothing but an eerie silence,
still weak from the tension.
Writing her a letter in my blood,
hoping that she will do the same.
Using a blade to decorate my skin,
passing the time with that pain.
Burning the pages of our books,
every word on every page.
Bleeding my own blood instead of ink,
my thoughts trapped in this damned cage.
Watching them walk in the same direction,
knowing better than to follow.
Watching the days repeat themselves,
praying for a new tomorrow.
Forgiving myself for my lesser sins,
leaving it all in the past.
You can stop waiting now,
for I have recovered at last.
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Reaper's Plague
PoesíaSince August 26th of 2015, I've been writing poetry. I was inspired by the song "One Reason" by Fade to write, and now I'm ready to publish. Follow me if you enjoy my poems, it'll let me know that you're reading them, I guess. WARNING: Poetry may be...
