7 years ago. November 18, 2017 at 11:05 PM
black poison,
running through my vains,
i dont cry, i just die,
a little and often,
each time
black poison spreading
pumping the sludge through my vains,
the black poision spreads,
faster turning red to black,
The queen of hearts
she laughs
for all that remain are
shards of glass.
brittle, sharp and broken,
Discarded they lie
disjointing the poision that flows,
turning red to black,
The queen sat on her throne,
she laughs.
