Broken up

I bled out in my bed My veins ran dry under those sheets The white turning red Grey, the colour of my skin

She ripped my heart open in a fast move But seconds felt like years Tears, falling down in slow motion The sun hidden behind black trees

A waking nightmare Gloomier than hell itself Crawling through the darkness Trying to escape the doom within

Wounded soul, come closer Let me feel your warmth

Wounded soul, don’t leave me I am already lost enough

I am completely broken up

Originally published at edoher.com on March 20, 2015.

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