Tuesday 3 November 2009


Drops dripping down
One by one they fall
Like minutes passing by
Day by day
turn away and,
glass lying all over the floor
step on broken pieces
blood trickled out of me
my feet were all covered in
dark red colour of love
the taste of iron
makes me hunger for more
in the shadow of the night

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