Quick fix
Fevereiro 08, 2020
Isis Erzsébeth Báthory
The darkness within channelling
My own pathetic end.
Sympathetic words you had for me,
I wished you'd saved them,
Only needed the warmth and safety of your arms.
I walked for miles and found myself standing by your door,
Trying to find a quick fix for the excruciation.
Shattered dreams of happiness
The wild river runs in its full strength as I lay
Trying to die, with part of me hoping for you to show up,
Hold me tight in your arms, don't say anything, just hold me tight.
But you never showed up
The river came and with it I vanished.