TILL THE END OF TIME BY FIONA CUMMINGS

TILL THE END OF TIME
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
Forgotten
Broken
Hurting
Vicious words are spoken
Wrotten
Burning
Choking
The blade just keeps turning
On the ground
People all around
Laughing
Clapping
Chanting
How can anyone do this
And why? I can’t imagine
Kicking
Punching
I’m drowning in crimson blood
Gushing
Open veins broken bones
You’re standing where I once stood
Now I’m alone
A victom of crime
But I will still love you
Till the end of time

© Fiona Cummings 2017