Poems from Bitterlove
A rich man walks a poor mans fait a poor man walks a rich man mind trapped in his reality the rich man draws a rusted blade along his veins...
what happens when all you feel is num
when you no longer dream
when you no longer hope
when you cant even find the strength to cry yourself...
laying cold
dripped in sweat
eyes rolled back
shaking at the tips
I sit hear wondering why o why
I fall to my knees
frightened by the sight...
A severed soul and a melancholy heart
Crashing tears
swollen hearts
frighten howls and horrifying screams
bitter blood
odious rope
dreadful...