Poems from alexmonee
Clipped wings
Barely breathing still I sing
Thought I was alive
This heartbeat means nothing
Find it hard to believe
Hard to dream...
Pressure crushing my head
Why is this happening to me?
What do I do now, Lord?
What is my desting?
You said I was chosen
Said I'm already...
Red, red, deep blood red.
A drop,
Then a pool,
Then a river of blood.
Life, flowing from one vein.
Once more, a strike to ease the pain....