Fade To Black - By J.Marie Dearwechter
So tired of bleeding love, every breath is my heart on a string, every sleep is a dream of nothing.
The dark red tidal waves of my bleeding soul crashing up and down, in and out,
Smashing my shores of sanity and eroding my intuition!
Highs and lows, fast and slow, my salty eyes can cry no more!
My bones crack and crumble beneath the surface, my skin shriveled and silver, burns in this radiant, reflective light.
I sink to the bottom, desperate for darkness, craving the cool black comfort of the deepest part of my
existence. I want to disappear into myself, so far below the surface nothing will dare seek me out, and there i will not bleed one more drop of love, nor breathe one more breath of you.
This poem is about:
Me
