a poem in relation to your url? this is going to be good (and by good i mean painful)
oh man this could actually be hard
um
okay
My heart drips blood like rust
from wounds that only I can see
It pools at my feet and sends my mind in a whir
Every part of my brain
moving and clicking
as the hours tick by and by
like stars scattered to the waves of a riverĀ
under a bridge that can remember
death and love
It is a clockwork kind of pain
where each thought must spin the other forward and back
into future and past
until the wheel has come full circle
But yet it must spin me onward
so that time may passĀ
generation by generation
and that I may bleed for the memories
that not bridge, but blade will now remember
It is a clockwork kind of pain
where the the beat of it may stop its ticking
only when the rust has built too thick
so that time no longer matters
until I have reached my last hour
like a only mortal instrument can
