SoundofSanity

One Smoking Barrel The pulse pounding tremble that lies in your eyes. Has my heart to toss to the side. Blood spattered hands from ripping my chest. Leaves you with a smirk of unrest. You cut my wrists to bleed me dry. So that I cant feel the love you had denied. You set me up, with my face against the wall. A bullet stocked, locked, and ready to finish me off. My cheek is left with a kiss goodbye. A red lip print of your final lie. The trigger is pulled, my heart has died. The bullet pierces what is left of my life.

Broken Mirror I stand over a body, a body of a man. With a shard of glass, clutched tight in his hand. A dark presence reigns over this man, a shadow of myself from his feet to my head. Connected by the embodiment of despair. We merge together as a pair. Forming the breath to fill my lungs. Fueling my change from two to one.

Finding Forgiveness A wood graved name resides, etched in a tree that dies. Dead petals fall, dancing in harmony their dulled. The wind of a cold, dark night breaks the white light, shining over a dreary site. A gravestone lies in front of the roots, crumbling by the quake of my foot. Flowers have withered and soiled the ground, seeping love to a casket underground. A wooden box is filled with a young girl. Swallowed by the ground I stand, the grass is soaked in red that covers my hand. The day of my loss, shaped as a cross, deeply cuts into my dove. It flutters down from branches above, visions of a girl falling side by side the dov