Brayden
April 16th, 2010, 09:38 AM
Criticism, love, post whatever. Angsty "why the fuck am I up this early" work. So expect shit.
After much deliberation, and suggestion from dear friend, I've decided on a title. Declan has helped me greatly with this poem, so love to him.
Winding Down
a beat pounds beneath my breast,
a clock ticks within my chest,
wind up doll speaking slower...
breathing seizes... I hear Pain
wretched song my body sings,
sweet as it's end comes closer.
the eyes close now... sand falls still
the dreams I had. Just until...
last ragged breath is... over...
After much deliberation, and suggestion from dear friend, I've decided on a title. Declan has helped me greatly with this poem, so love to him.
Winding Down
a beat pounds beneath my breast,
a clock ticks within my chest,
wind up doll speaking slower...
breathing seizes... I hear Pain
wretched song my body sings,
sweet as it's end comes closer.
the eyes close now... sand falls still
the dreams I had. Just until...
last ragged breath is... over...