Prelude
Love is dead
i am dying
thinking of him
as i start crying
with nothing but memoreis
to numb my pain
remembering it all as i watch my blood drain
it rolls down my arm and falls to the floor
accepting the pain as i go back for more
my careless strokes cutts the stitches of my skin
releasing all my thoughts and pain thats building up within
-Spencer dedicated to Sergio Sosa
Copyright © Spencer Coggsdale | Year Posted 2011
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