Shadows Through Broken Veins. Poem by Harley My Last Name
Shadows Through Broken Veins.
All of the cuts on her wrists are a mark from her past.
When she sees them her memories start bleeding.
The blood is pouring rain.
Drip. Drip. Drip;
Is all you hear as the blood hits the ground.
All she wanted was a song.
A song that truly lasted forever.
In the end, she found out that forever never comes, songs don't last long, and cuts are only broken mirrors.
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