tygerblade

Memoirs of the Living Dead

reckless words
spill across my screen
words of love
words of pain
words of emptiness
why do I pretend they are real?
there are no words
there is no blood
my heart bled out
through my wrists long ago
all I feel is phantom agony
in the hollow where once it trembled
where once I imagined
that I was human
deserving of a
love extraordinaire

--Tygerblade