I saved your soul
In that death trap of a way
Singing to an odd tune
Shiny knife in hand
Other spirits dancing
With You
With Me
With They
Souls in a lonely apartment
Closeted with all
Chained with pride
Rattling to make sound or as you called it,
Sound
Bloody Knife in hand
Spirits still there
Unhappiness by your situation
I put my hand on your soft fleeting face
He turned around before me
But I still kissed him on the cheek
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
