i went
to bed with my heart still aching
my limbs heavy
could not stop shaking
my head
still filled to the brim with words
that I could not bear to taste.
I slept
with sorrow as my bed mate
wrapped up
in the arms of a mistress called depression
and cried
a melody of tears whilst singing
out the empty echo of your name.
i dreamt
of bullets spewed from a gun
labeled fear
held in my trembling hand
i\'s clear
I can\'t release the trigger
I pull tighter
spew bullets
in a wave
of emotions
in such a reckless manner
blood splatters
in patterns across white room walls
and who really knows if the blood pooling
is yours
or my own.