Monday, April 29, 2013

Bleed-The Minstrel

The pen bleeds black as it moves down the line
As a mournful melody cuts through the grime
Of half forgotten memories from another time
Fruitless searching from a pain filled mind
Too late this night for the words to define
Another chance and another crime

To try and find it once again
To where it ends and from where it began
Another note,another sorrow filled rhyme
Of wasted dreams and of a wasted time