Poems from fallen
He said he wanted a kiss,
so I gave him my love.
He said he wanted that,
so I gave him this
He said he would never ever leave,
yet I'm all...
Prick.
Betrayal hurts,
oh the prick.
The taste of metal,
on a soft finger is lingering on my throat.
Each drop is it's own separate thorn....
When the sunkissed skin is disturbed, like the soil of a fresh grave, it's noticed.
If you look close, or lazily drag your fingers over the...
Where is it?
I've missplaced it once again.
I'm looking for the threads, and the needles and the numbness.
Oh... Nevermind about the...
Say no more,
because the raven says, "Never more".
Tis I who has your tongue,
now you shall stay silent.
The numbered days are no longer...