ChristineWay18

In the dark , holding to the silence... Eyes flinch in fear and look blindly around... Buried in the ash of nights long gone, streaks of crimson keep running down my face. Slipping through and in between my fingers, the remains of memories fall, dissolved in vitriol. Counting heartbeats louder than the life, itself slower and slower the clock cries midnight down. Keeping close shadows and whispers of the past dance like ghosts. They laugh and wail under the dying, flickering light.