peto

Poetess

The strings that held her life in place 

Were severed by some basket case

As hell\'s wind runs it\'s fingers through her hair

The sky was losing all its light 

The clouds had gathered overnight 

A white dove dipped in blood takes to the air 

She wonders why she let him in

When love became a deadly sin

She tried so hard to walk on leaden feet 

He cared more for the drugs and booze 

The time bomb she could not defuse 

Went off and blew her half way down the street 

The demons she had exorcised 

Will feast upon the heart he fried 

Though beating it has nothing left to feel 

The freak who visits every night 

Let out a scream of sheer delight 

Her seeping wounds the starter for his meal

Her well fed hatred fails to grow 

Extinguished embers find their glow

To re ignite a spark deep in her soul 

Her judgement it was poor again 

She reaches for her favourite pen

And slowly starts to climb out of the hole