Particles of Nothing

Broken beats
And hollow thoughts,
A shreded void
Of twisted knots

A bled out pen
That writes with red,
Tears this page
Meant for disaster.

Wanting to stay right after
Cleaning up to her own laughter

She bites his tongue and slits his wrist
To smile at his false pastures.

The blood flow
Never faster,
Isolation,
Now a factor

Silent meadows
As the storm rains,
Drowed emotions
Now the glass breaks

As you end this complex chapter.