How does it feel
To vomit into silence
Crimson sheets,
Laden with emotion,
Written in haste?
I know I should have thought
And asked it much before.
Silence swiftly volleys back
With all the force rejections pack.
Shrapnel-phrases spear through,
And leave a leaking rotting wretch,
Grimly painted all in red.
Count the slowly dying days
And wonder how I made,
With all the blood and sweat I have
My arrow bed in red.
