i always start out with good intentions.
and end up with something like this.
it's not as long as it looks like.
i pinky swear.
it's just not very good.
which i apologize for.
like the cavern where crimson vellum once resided
Drenched in reticence,
your empty blue eyes do nothing
but freeze the blood in these veins
surrounded by phantoms,
i lie in the dark next to your fading silhouette
between sheets that hold so many memories,
they are empty,
like the chestnut eyes that bore into yours
And as the rainfallsharder
washing down the streets
through deep alleys,
down endless roads,
i pray it takes me with