It was easy to believe all of your exaggerated stories,
thought I could trust you will all of these cursed worries;
Leave me pining: barely standing,
only empty tears in hands I'm left to be holding;
Playing me well to perfection,
got my mind.... this body pouring in obsession;
It's going to kill me when you flip the switch,
chant a deal with an undisclosed witch;
So many ways a heart can bleed, before nothing can penetrate,
shared amongst demons and angels,
head filled with twisted fables –
Which side is victorious depends on who you create;
Hush – now: essential for me to concentrate,
I must not be filled with hate....
in search of myself,
before I'm replacedwith a being from somewhere else.
YOU ARE READING
Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.
PoetryA collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense...
