Lessons
I swear life carved my name into a silver bullet and pierced it straight through my heart. Creating a hole for my spirit to escape. Right between my breast bone a hollow grave, sheltering the darkness, never to witness the light of day. My blood seeped from a wound to escape the body of persecution , trailing to the floor. Leaving Crimson footsteps to my door . As if to welcome a bitter world, trapped among the lovers from all the stories before. The rise and fall of my chest and the ink that graces my page is how I know my heart still beats, even against the feel of steel against my chest. The cold reminder that I am not spared from pain but I have another day to live again. My heart maybe pierced but soul lives on, with every sway of the pen, my ink is mixed with love , blood and regret … A lesson my heart will never forget.