Title: 2 Lives GOne
Life floating away like the brush from a fire.
Dreams dissapearing fears growing.
Wonderment fills your mind, your heart, your soul then
drip drip drip your purple blood crawls like creatures and pumps through your brain
replaying the question~ What is my Purpose? and you don't know...
The wind blows faster as you fall on the floor while your blood turns red as it hits the air
trickling from your wrists.
Whispers become screams
you drop your knife, stare and float away never knowing the meaning of your life or of the one that lays in your center whose dreams were never born.
I love looking back at poems I have written.
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