☆ [this one is about not feeling quite right, and turning to the wrong things for solace]
Carving into my thick, thick skin
Animal bones were protecting their kin
Bleeding redder and redder per sin
Snakeskin leather shoes your feet walk in
Climb to the top, tongue-tied pin
Air so thin, lemon blueberry muffin
Daggers cut through my armour made of tin
Awake from a dream to the flapping of fins
A mark or a line, and it looks so thin
Slow progress, still progress: is it a win?
Unaware of self-destruction, living in a bin
Drown in misery, drugs and gin
Ethereal skin, saintly one: it must've been!
Sacrificial lamb, drain me like a virgin
Shoot me in the head or shoot me up with heroin
Feel my wrath and the sword-fights that ive lived in
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Poetrypoems ive written!! ft. one of my fave poems ever at the beginning [by christina rosetti] [ive put stars at the top of my favourite ones!]
