Here it is again, <br />The creeping ache. <br />The endless dread <br />Takes a scarlet shade. <br />And inches down <br />Where I bury deep <br />This coil wound <br />Insatiable need <br />What have I done? <br />Dear friendly blade, <br />That might draw the sun <br />And moon to fade. <br />My eyes may close <br />One final time… <br />Will rest my woes, <br />Shall never cry.<br /><br />Brandi Guthrie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/endsong-2/
