Sorry

Sorry...

I ran out of words to say...

My lips have been sewed to play

impalements of threads they play,

drawing me wordless as may.

Sorry...

I ran out of images to draw,

each picture framed and never withdraw

My heart has been slithered by slugs

yet, I can't deny the clog.

Sorry...

I'm blinded by spits of mercilessness

I can't see my limits of concsiousness

though I'm crossing my life with knives,

they love me too.

Sorry..

You're the pen I'm looking for

to write my poems not like before,

The night has hidden its love forlorn,

to open the eyes of lovely dawn.

I'm sorry...

but you're an endless cliff 

that I fall adrift.