vampires in my pupils
sucking up my sanity
hallucinating deadlines
choking me in vanity
flying across landscapes
buried in blood
hidden in a car crash
tears make a flood
remember the war
when we both lost
stepping on glass
no matter the cost
memory like a knife
thoughts like a pill
words like a rope
wishing to kill
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poesíai won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
