I run around wearing my scars
No wonder why the vultures are all over my carcass
My rotten body oozes catastrophe
It won't be long until I melt and end up in the sea of misery
I scream for help but God won't listen to me
I offer my soul to satan but he plainly refused
He knows I have none, I'm merely a wandering zombie
The big angel carrying fucking big scythe won't even bother picking me up
What remains is just half of pill that helps me close my eyes only for few hours
My little savior saves another day by numbing my pain away
YOU ARE READING
On Sorrow | Poetry collection
PoetryI meet a lot of sea monsters when I dive deep into the base of my mind Each of them whispers or sings an incomprehensible song I can't understand them I have drowned for so long Because they keep pulling me down So I write this poem to calm the stor...
