from the heart that bleeds clots of pain
That stained my thoughts and kept it cages
The plan was to escape but how do you escape bruised
with forks deep down your heart
The plan was to disguise it but it showed through my reflection
The plan was to let it go but it was like a cloud navigated over my shadow setting boundries for my thoughts
As I sink in pain soon I will be drowned not to catch my breath but to die with this wound on my heart
maybe it will heal softly as it stop beating the drums that pushed me to the side of heart death.
© ofentsemalete