Lost Souls ...
Black Hole
A soft and gentle heart
Torn open
Lies bleeding
Hides behind a velvet cloak
Not black but brown
Brandy phonecalls
Gin a tonic
For a chronic case
Of rip myself to shreds
Tears fall
Hot springs eternal
This pain
Is hard to reach
Hard to watch
dark beautiful
self destructive
disintegrating soul
A shoulder
Like a rock
Could be eroded
Exploded
Without ever touching
the heart of the black hole
RATINGS BREAKDOWN
POST A COMMENT
Wanna say something? Make yourself heard!
We reserve the right to delete spam, flames, or other nasty stuff.
1 COMMENT ABOUT THIS STORY RSS
STORY TAGS
Liked this story? You might like this too:
excerpt from Epic Nursery Rhyme for Strange Children by
Writers_Block
RELATED STORIES RSS
BY THE SAME AUTHOR RSS
THE GOODS
You're currently reading the story
Lost Souls ..., which was
was posted on July 3, 2008 by
Twizzle.
This story is filed under:
Poetry
STORY CATEGORIES
