Grim
j.v. 4/2014
Sometimes the soul screams a roll
that bleeds the blackest red,
when epic pain turns into rain
squeezed out from swollen eyes.
Can't be consoled from what was stole
and ripped out of your heart,
once damaged by a hit and run
your left with only cold and numb.
j.v. 4/2014
Sometimes the soul screams a roll
that bleeds the blackest red,
when epic pain turns into rain
squeezed out from swollen eyes.
Can't be consoled from what was stole
and ripped out of your heart,
once damaged by a hit and run
your left with only cold and numb.