Wishing Well
There are two sides to every coin,
two blades on your viscous sword.

I bleed when you strike with no reply.

A coward to your cold dead eyes.
Like you might vanish into thin air while I take on this endeavor.

I'll bleed out without a doubt your strike has cut me deep.

This could have been bliss sealed with a kiss,
instead I have this affliction.
All this vexation.

Put out here all alone,
with none to call home.
Your slash splits and tears wide open.

I'm almost gone.
This is my song.

So I'll put my coin in your well,
to welcome this hell.

A cry for help,
never heard.
© RuXby