A broken heart
In the darkest
Of nights.
An open wound
Bleeding in
The moonlight.
One, two,
Three, four,
Words spilling out
Onto the floor.
Forming my once
Faded memory.
Hearts that break
And eyes that cant see.
Pain that pounds
Deafening my ears.
Words contorted
Swirled, and smeared.
Ink thats a sad
Blue and red.
Reminding me of
Thoughts once said.
Finger painting
In blood and tears.
Born from freedom
Happiness, and fear.
These are my thoughts,
Hopes and dreams.
Telling me life's not
What it seems.
Dying memories
And fading light.
Forever bound
By the night.
Of a dark and
Numbing cold.
Poems that are
A 1000 years old.
Still spoken now
Here today.
Never changing in
Their endless way.
Sometimes these
Thoughts are insane.
Driven by an
Undying pain.
Born from life
And countless sorrow.
That was here yesterday
And will be here tomorrow.