Knives

Series of knives, aimed at my heart Lying on the ground, bleeding With glimmers of a broken dream, of what once was Floating and shimmering in maroon hell Twinkling like stars in the vacant sky Crusting along the winding route Trying to find hope, something Trailing warmth, till it dries Advertisements

Diffuse apart with you

Yearning Is a wish to be free There’s a lot of pain, and you slowly die in the process It’s as if you no longer have control over yourself And all your molecules; all the pieces of love that make you diffuse into the ground, as you sink in I can’t gather you, wrap my […]