A cut is made,
poetry bleeds out.
No one can hear me,
I choose not to speak.
Silence tears it's path through space,
soundless blades cutting past my face.
Fearless the feeling might be,
Nothing comes from what is constaintly killing me.
Should it continue this way,
death passing and eating away at me.
Why do I live this way,
letting kill me what I know can't be.
I should let it go,
I tell myself drunk and in tears.
I should just forget,
Forget about the love I once held so dear.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment