memoryblood

broken by the weight of the sun

drowned in the sweat

of the hand holding the gun

pull the trigger

and find the memoryblood

seeping into the river

no longer pointing the finger

drowned in the sweat

of the hand holding the gun

broken by the weight of the sun

c.2019 bgw

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when the acting is pale

death knocks at every little thought

i hide behind the shade.

free falling in my bed,

is that where you found me?

the acting is pale;

the acting is pale

free falling in my head

the window broke and i could not see;

is that where i hid?,

behind where no one could seek

let the smooth edge pills sharp blade

death knocking at every little thought