My question

Blood pours down my face as i hide from his disgrace.
thinking of the past i wonder if it will last.
As i write a gental note.
Time flys by with every word i wrote.
It makes me think if this is real.
Or just a note left to heal.
As i pray for love or life alone.
It makes me wonder if my shadows a clone.
And if it is...
do i run or let it take my throne?

by:
amber bunni