glass-tinted rose

cold air, glass heart

a starless sky

an open window

a bed too wide for one

and a long night

the tick of a clock

the still, steady rhythm

a faint taste of roses

bittersweet thorns

that lingers on

a tongueless breath

a tear-stained pillowcase

a glass-stained mind

headphones, chasing that high

a sad playlist with a sadder title:

a Stranger’s name

an escape of reality, of

distant, faded songs and a

distant, faded heartbeat

crimson roses, bloomed

in a graveyard of dreams

yet the clock ticks

at the wrong time:

stopped; never been so lost

a crash in the night

a breathless scream

shattered

empty bottles on the floor

shards of glass-

rose-tinted glass

- deathetix