Woke up with the rising sun
Picked up the well worn gun
Invisible wounds inflicted pain
Blood waiting to pour like rain
Thinking of the battles of the past
Time gradually slips from grasp
Tears choke, can barely talk
Stumbling by myself while trying to walk
Desires clear in my eye
Hoping that I'll surely die
On the ground I lay
Waiting for lady death to come today
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Musings of my Heart
Poetry[Highest Rank 4 as of July 17th 2017] Almost everyone has thoughts when they're unable to sleep at midnight. I just happen to pen them down. Follow me on Instagram for more:- @bleedingwordss
