Puddle Of Betrayal
The ink of my pen drips down my hand into a puddle of dark reflection of nothingness
Leaving behind scratches of flaring claws running down my arm
Like the coffee stained paper spread across my desk.
As I print these words
You left behind in the golden corners i upheld for you of my heart
Flaring scratches and the tip of your pen logged through my heart.
A pen playing with fire of my wooden heart, now dissolved into ashes of nothingness behind my back
You were a sheep in the flesh
A predator in the blood.
Spread across the table, you offered me pure and clean paper
Only to stain in with coffee.
The ink of my pen drips down my hand into a puddle of dark reflection of what was once an unscathed heart.
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