Spine

A sonnet

Worry drips in long rivlets
Down what remains of your spine
Floor covered with blood soaked cigarettes
Held with brine and fleshy twine

The night lights shine
In a mockery of joy
This pain so devine
This love will destroy

What is your wish
As you lay diseased

No more breaths than a wounded fish

The worry slowly eased

 

Silver tounged demon of light

Sinning with your bite

Reviews

[Katelin]

I enjoyed this. Your writing style conveys imagery very well. Good job =]

[deeps]

Silver tounged demon of light
Sinning with your bite

Love these lines here, This is a wonderful write here.
I like this it's dark.