Blood On A Pin

her fingers, strong and tender, how they pull her in

the smoke of dark has filled the air

silhouettes behind her eyes

dipped in the blood of  truth or dare

eyes glazed by lover’s breath

the dusk where she will rise

she only understands her sin

the sleepless soul who ever tries

through the halls of  echoed din

the trail of all the tears she cries

do you hear her whispering

the prayers of angels in her sighs

the scent of her that lingers there

dripping on her like blood on a pin

the truth a soul will only bear

the candle burned, …until the end

a touch that can move the seas

a borrowed clock that ticks away

she pulls her in with looks that plead

……for more…for forever and a day












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