Black dripping from my fingers like ink.
Drop after drop on a virgin white piece of paper.
That fluid coming from a crack in-between my rib cage.
The piece of paper just a hallucination from moonlight coming in.
Ready to start again,
slowly dying almost living.
Getting on my knees, praying to you
.
Please
.
Please
.
Leave me
(writer's block)
YOU ARE READING
Before you Sleep
PoetryThis is a gift for you I want to invite you. Take a look inside my mind. Maybe it helps keeping your thoughts from running wild. Maybe ist shows you that we all break sometimes and that is fine. Maybe it gives you some sort of relieve before going t...
