Contributing to my feelings.

I thought it was time to get some of my heart out there.

Its too late for him,
and its over so soon.
Forgive me my evil,
all demons are alike.
Could songs be the pitchfork,
could poems the knife.

Its all over for her,
as she swims from the room.
Spring brings the snowstorms,
summer brings the rain.
Memories are blurry,
as poems cut away.

That rich aroma,
that vampires crave.
Is all that feels right,
when we only feel pain.

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think, good or bad, im in a state.

Reviews

[Shadey Jadey]

I could see all the imagery your poem conveys.
Great job

[Matthew Cassidy]

I like this, feels harsh but in a very real way.