The Bleeding Tongue ( Poem )


Attached to empty motives

leaving reasons unreserved.

By the lips of crimson amber

the sharpest blades are words


For the softest feeling melted

in a cold and darkened heart

where the scent of dying roses

helps remind me we're apart.


Is The cost of inner healing

worth the pain that's in between

is the closure that i'm seeking

give me reason to believe


It's the questions that confuse

when the wounds plunge ever deep

but, the part that hurts the most

is what you said to me.


"it's Over"

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