there is not enough blood to spill.
not enough air to breath.
not enough time to kill.
not enough thought to conceive.
vagary be my will
and set the fire to reprieve.
Warm the blade
storm the heart
burn the soul
death do I part.
blaze the saddles
on dead horses ride
the ghost in the meadow
the white's in my eyes
There's nothing to wake up to.
There's no one to say bye.
I am so enthralled with your genius. You are one hell of a writer and you know how to get deep into people's minds...make them think, if you will. Love your writing and love you, darling!
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