Sleeping In Blood

In his head he had regrets that he dreaded. The unkind disease that drives us mad. Regrets of our past, The feelings that is over whelming and seems to last. He had a wife, He had three children. Still he heard the ringing, of the past. He kissed his wife on the lips. and swallowed his last shot of liquor. He tried to pull the stinger out, but it went deeper. The wounds were unrepairable. His heart sank in to the silk sheets. by the time his wife woke, he was never again to speak. blood gathered around his body, and drifted off to her side. his eyes open, his lips pale. His wrists cut, and she didn't hear a yell. tears on his pillow. She felt the regrets off him. His whole life a tragedy, of anxiety, and pain. Now he's drifted down her empty drain. The man, that promised they would be together. The one she loved more then ever. He's gone. No money for a funeral. No life insurance to help the children. She's left with regrets, She believes its her fault for his death. she drenches her side of the bed in the blood of her veins. while kissing his lips and calling his name. They will be together forever in the blood they sleep upon, shes in his arms, and thats where she belongs. Written February 23rd, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 08:50 AM PST, Shelly   0 • 10