8.05 a.m May 19, 2015
The bleed that seep
From cracks so cruel and deep
The pain so paralysing and bruising
The head and heart stops and is left floundering.
This pain cut right through to the heart
Leaves a searing pain caused by one so dear
And you question everyone else after
Are they right or wrong? Or are they just like the other?
Pain is pleasure
But, this goes beyond all measure
Flushed and left with nothing else to give
But, bitterness and emptiness towards all wo-man-kind.