A well placed shot
From the dearest
Of my dearly beloveds
The color of betrayal
A dark blood red
A hole through my chest
Straight from behind
A tear from the sky
Falls over the line
A line in the sand
Drawn with sweat and frustration
Deep and defined
It continues to test my patience
You didn't believe
There was something left to save
Now I'm bleeding out
On this gilded road we paved
Abandoned & Abated
Blood streaming through my thoughts
Left to my devices
Left to watch my wounds rot
This culprit
Of a not-so-victimless crime
It seems I've forgiven
Time after time
This is not the first hole through my chest
But a well placed shot
Lays waste to the rest
Journal
Insomniac's Journal
Words birthed in the internal
His subconscious' dunk-tank
These words remained unranked
Articulate the contemplations
Of these waking frustrations
Pen in hand
Sleep be damned
These are the greatest thoughts in the land
But why do they come at 4 in the morning
Must write them down
And heed the warning
His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes
If only he knew what was at stake
Words, Words, and more still left to come
Cannot stop till he sees the sun
Sunken eyes
Blood shot red
Sleep finally comes to the walking dead