A gun cocked and loaded
A grenade primed and thrown
Every muscle was wound
So tightly simple movement became painful
But nothing was a match
For the ache of a heart
Ripped to shreds
Left trampled and bleeding on the floor
Painting pale skin crimson red
Smearing where frantic hands pawed
Desperate to relieve the pain
The pressure mounting greater
With each ragged inhale of breath
Praying for an end to the misery
YOU ARE READING
Black Box
PoetryInside you will find a collection of poems that I hope will help you find some sense of peace. If you like what you read and want more you can follow my Tumblr @pale-rosewritings
