the loneliness was eating me up
the silence gets to me
the pressure pushes me
the waiting wears on me.
The battle,the ending scene.
IS,SHE DEAD YET?
i spit out
blood
my fingers begin
to tap
on the grave
where i was left
to sink
my legs begin to twitch
eyes begin to move
mouth opens and takes in air
again
my throat begins
to sting
the crowds went home
and i am rising up
alive
with a stained face
red on
blonde.
sword out of:
heart.
standing up
cracking my back
into place
What was intended,
did not kill me.
