Untitled……..Posted: February 2, 2012 | |
How many secret tears to be shed
Until these drops are kissed goodbye?
How many barbed wires to be licked
With a bleeding tongue that dare not miss
Already marked with traversing scars.
How many more good friends to be lost?
How many years will pass us by?
Trapped within suffocating walls
Of stinking corpses of rotten memories
Of treachery, pain previously unfelt
Sticking in needles from time to time
Holding tight to the prison rails
Till knuckles grow white and sweat beads form.
Untitled because its all been said
And a blank mind stares at an empty sky.
No blood to gush out, no tears to cry
Its all been shed, its all been cried.