fortyeight

Once again I find myself in front of the blank piece of paper

With the flick of my hand I mark the page with black marks

Our life’s like a sweet vapour

In the darks

Of life

In the small town of Hythe

 You lure me to sleep with the devil

The level

You would dwell to

Is this just me or are you a two

Headed demon who searches for blood

The flood

Of all floods

You lured me to the old town of Hythe

To drain the life

Out of me...

 

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Well this is a sinking write with the words going towards the depth of the draining feeling. Nice.