deepundergroundpoetry.com
Cracks Inside
Cracks Inside
I fell through the cracks in my head
From the whispers knives I have bled
Crimson Moon sad up in a dark sky
It can count every tear I have cried
Walking around dead in a living world
As into a fetal position I am curled
When I think about the love I have for you
Just wish you could love me the same way too
As I drift away to my lonely bitter life
In the deepest cracks my pain is rife
I fell through the cracks in my head
From the whispers knives I have bled
Crimson Moon sad up in a dark sky
It can count every tear I have cried
Walking around dead in a living world
As into a fetal position I am curled
When I think about the love I have for you
Just wish you could love me the same way too
As I drift away to my lonely bitter life
In the deepest cracks my pain is rife
Published 5th Apr 2018
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 567
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.
