Outside the window the sky is gray, the smoky reality the sun is hidden behind.
My sleep dissipated and my eyes fluttered open to see the absent like hue through the
Tallest window in the house…the one in my bedroom I know you would love.
I rolled over to face the ceiling, lying on my back…
My mouth stretched in a yawn, and my heart exhaled a large quantity of blood,
Then I realized the muscle was like a gaping hole.

With every toss and turn
Every waking moment
And every sleeping spell
I can’t stop
I feel your hands
Unshaven face
I still have your smell
And I’m love ridden
Laced with your taste

I can’t help but feel this gaping hole, every time I pass a large quantity of blood
I feel the emptiest pain of neglect and ugliness, a pain that I thought wouldn’t get worse.
My memories won’t hide, my memories won’t sleep…they continue to march on
They continue to haunt me, and their white noise in dreams are louder.
They only ones to help me, are all dead…all asleep and far away….
Most can’t come back,
One has never been…but I’ve gone to him
He’s the one that sleeps far away…the one who makes me crawl, journey, bleed…
The one who makes this soreness grow, the one who won’t let this wound heal…
The one who won’t let this wound become a battle scar that aches only when the rain comes.

Wow, that's really good!

Whoa ... a decent writer!! A+++++++

Aww, thanks you two! What would you say needs fixing though? Atleast to make it easier on your eyes? (I thought I was a little redundant with the quanity of blood thing...hmm)

That's really cool! I don't think it needs any fixing. You should keep it going. It kinda seems like it's going somewhere.

maybe use a different word besides quantity on the 2nd one.

Beautiful and well written.