Now time has come to a crawl
And you don't have any left for me.
I can't even breathe.
This pain is too sharp.
I pull the knife out of my back
Before you can twist it deeper.
I hear my mind shrieking.
A sharp, shattering, piercing keen
That causes a crack
To run through my heart
Splitting it open.
Letting everything pour out.
A moaning puddle of emotion.
Betraying my mind's secrecy.
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Brain Spewings (My Poems)
PoésiePoems that have spewed forth from the inner recesses of my jacked up lil brain. Enjoy my cynicism and fanciful thought process.
