a poem i wrote as someone who doesn't write poems

blood, blood spilling

onto my sheets and onto my hands

left at home, all alone,

oh god i should've known

time has stopped

the worlds fading

darkness reaching from the hall

sprouting eyes scream from my walls

screaming, screaming, help me please

i know its a lie

its all in my head

reaching for something

to banish this dread

and so my cry was answered

a gorgeous man with locks of gold and a heart to match

eyes of diamond, lips of roses

his hand outstretched, and i was sold

my savior, my love

destroyer of grief

from now til forever, you're stuck with me<3