death imparts a soft wry gaze
pointed feet, towards the door
embellishment of love-spun days
laughter peals resound no more
spinning dizzy
giddy shadows
blackened carcass in the quiet
nausea purging,utterly frightened
imagine life without whats real
optimism;like blood drains
then anger bursts from every cell
i cry such tears
actions imagined
living for you
sweet bluebell |