I'm not healthy,
not a good thing.
I'm a poison draining
life from everything.
My fingers cause
the walls
to crumble
and the floor
to sink in.
I traded your sanity
for a sweet release.
I'm aching with these
open wounds
that you claim you
can cure,
want to fix.
Don't you see?
I'm the disease and
I'm finally
turning on me.
The fairytale was
a world
meant to hide
you in a
nightmare,
while I slowly
drank the life away.
Don't be surprised!
Don't beg for me!
Run, quick,
be free
before the sliver
of morality
I've found falls
into the dark abyss
underneath us.
This shell I've crafted
will feed off me.
YOU ARE READING
To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
