Inked

She lays upon his skin

Inked beauty marked deep within him

A waterfall of black flows 

down the side of her head

Eyes of red rock crushed

springing blood

Silence of the pool it pours into 

tears  for-warn the pain that has come

For she lays upon his arm

the soft warm skin

silent and unmoving

forever she will stay

protected now by the one she loved

too late the clock has run out

haunted by her stare he goes on

She lays upon his skin

Inked in a beauty of black shine 

and red shame

Reviews

[Dani]

it sounds as if she's dead. interesting write.

[HopelesslyDevoted]

dark but beautiful! nice job!