Drive this madness away from me
Can't you see it doesn't wants me here
Pain it loves to see me hurt bleed deep
To the core of my flesh my shaken up bones
You'd probably find my ancestors there
I'm afraid I've drain the color of
life
A rung cloth left to arid
Can't you see its fading on my skin old
Chipped paint and I have
forgotten what death taste like, my
Taste buds are numb how dose flowers
Smell again,
The engine in my head have stop working,
You can not swim into my arms or row your
Boat the sea is dry, and my eyes they no longer
burn like the sun they have become frozen,
Use them as ice Cubes for your alcoholic drink.
-ashes poetry
A/N I don't know I feel like this is the most saddest
Poem I've ever wrote.
