Monday 30 April 2012

Bleeding.
What ever happend to my heart. 
Blood pours in streams. 
It seeps out through my veins
Cutting at my dreams. 
Life seems to have left me. 
Broken, tattered and torn. 
I can't feel any different
Even in Sunshine's new Morn. 
I could wrap my self in blankets
or find comfort in sheets of satin
But still my heart is bleeding
This is my life's new pattern. 
Darkness encases me
Even though light shines
Walls start to close in
On this broken heart of mine. 

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