hand over heart, pistol on the bed,
i've been drowning in my thoughts
you shouldn't want to help me, i'm scared
i've tried to dig out all of my roots -
the shit i ignored , been beating my tooth in
please no more pretense
no more sheep skin,
i've seen the way wolves dance
they know where i'm sleeping...
they know what i'm keeping
they'll be here any minute -
it feels like i'm waiting to be ripped apart
but i'm here; armed & loaded...
aimed & ready; Glocks w/ Machetes -
i don't want to die,
which is funny because life hasn't given me a reason to stay alive -
but i don't want my head being someone else's prize.
i'd rather kill me myself - deal w/ my cards myself
bury myself - weep for myself -
i pray for myself... -
you shouldn't want to help me, i'm dead...
whether the wolves get to me first or it's me -
i'm a dead sheep walking.
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Puisithis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
