Sunday, 20 July 2014


PainDancing to the symphony of my pain. My blood drains, drop by drop You can hear the drips one after the other. Your sharp tongue is like a killer's knife: you sharpen it before the kill. When will this torture end its like a mirror I can see everything. I know what you want, you want my soul you want me to be dust in the air or just disappear. 

Written. By : sugaronwheels 
18-July - 2014