Tears fall like blood drops
As the razor slides
Down the lane
Not across the street
That’s the way it goes
Alone again
And the pills don’t work
But she doesn’t care
Her world is black
Her sight is gray
Her life is blank
But she doesn’t notice
A rose falls
Making ripples in the blood
A rose from a boy that doesn’t exist
A note from a love that isn’t real
Unreadable
Soaked through
Can’t even move the fingers
Cut too deep
Cut the tendons
Unable to wave goodbye
Footsteps
Voices
Running through the hall
Too late
It’s just too late
There’s nothing left to save now
Not even a soul
Please bury her deep
Please bury her well
Make sure she doesn’t come up again
And read the note she left
In the form of a poem
“Tears fall like blood drops…”
 ladyofbadgers · Fri Feb 15, 2008 @ 08:29am · 1 Comments |
