Silently the sound comes closer
Of your heartbeat, dead you are.
Tears are falling, you know its over
Tasting bitter – cookie jar.
A million bugs inside your finger
Folly, sticky lemon tart
Rotten in a corner lingers
what was once called simply, love.
Running out of time, a Malice’ Misery.
[my poems tend to be “dark”, as it’s my way to cope with such feelings]