A red stain
On your white satin.
All the spotless lies
Now color your fabric.
My honest truths streaming down the knife.
All our confessions
Stretching forward and backward in time.
You come closer, you meld into me.
The more I give into you,
I lose my sanity.
Pain is blinding
And you seem to be the only light.
Agonizing scream by the twist of that knife.
There was no endgame, no beginning.
What's the point of reasoning?
We're in a quandary.
And we'll be here for a while...
Until I bleed out and die.
YOU ARE READING
Caesura : Brief pause of recollection
PoesiaSimilar to my previous release, *Things I said to Myself*, this is a collection of poetry or short compositions. Usually, when I have so much to say and the words feel short, I shrink them down, convert them and twist around. But the expected outco...
