I'm sorry that I did this
The blood is on my hands
See the bloodied grass and the
Cold, frigid plains
The sky is a shade of grey,
The same colour as my walls
I didn't understand why
When I killed him, I'd cry
I didn't know you would
Care if he died
Constant
Will you hold my hand,
The same ones who have killed
The sunflowers' dull,
Its lost its saturation
After I killed someone in desperation
paranoia
Will you hold me close,
When the tears are left unused
I'm lost in space,
I've killed someone new
killed
I've killed someone you knew
him.
I'm sorry.
Wake up.
Will you still love me if I was gone?
In this analog horror of a world,
Is there still such things as right and wrong?
The wire has frayed,
Connection seeping into electrochemical changes
My body weeps.
The eyes are watching.
I'm not paranoid.
I'm a realist.
Would you let me in
Into your home?
Would you hold me like
The way you did back then?
After I killed someone you knew?
There's pottery shards
Cut into my hands
My blood is grey
Turning into clay
After I killed someone you knew
I
Don't stop,
Keep running
From the eyes
They are watching
Waiting
For the perfect moment
Don't stop
They give me the shivers
killed
Darling don't stop
Keep running
The house is floating
Across a grey sky
And the grass is
Red and blue and green
Oh, there's a playground
him.
You're static to me
But run
Don't stop
Keep running.
YOU ARE READING
Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
