In My Darkest Hour

i just got really bored in my computer class. that, and i haven't written anything in awhile.

Trickling slowly like blood the minutes fade,
the crowing sway of the tree drawing larger shade;
as I dig deeper, my skin retaliates against the spade
in my hand as I pick away to my eternal escapade.

 

The sun draws closer, stolen by the sea in blazing streaks;
in days past, I led on those no longer fit to speak,
so with their cooling bodies by decay Mother mistreats.

 

As we all are to eventually succumb,
drawing from a world all too stunned
we take our last burning wisps to
lay in a cold box, stiff and numb.

 

In my darkest hour.

 

 

Reviews

[Kimmee Jean]

that is really cool...its kinda gross and rather intriging