When the night drew

How the person you are willing to take a bullet for is the one behind the trigger.

As the night drew
Close
The angels sang me to
Sleep
My mind was shook
Awake
I went to you for some
Closure

You took me by the
Hand
And threw me back in
Time
Turns out you were one of
The demons
That sung and buried me in
The sand

As I lay there swallowing bits
Of heart
Glass ripped the pages of our story
How did it start?

I was left once again, alone and
Cold
With no one to bring me light
I was left once again with
The monsters
That laughed at how my soul
Was sold

Author's Note

I don't think its the perfect poetry. It does need some changes here and there. But I came up with this and thought about sharing it with you all. Thank you for reading. :)

Reviews

[B. Boileau]

Strange how we are the hardest critics of our own work.. I like it just the way it is. Keep writing, and for our sake keep sharing
bill