there's maggots crawling through my skeleton eyes
my empty skull, my brittle bones
my flesh picked off by crows and flies
i'm deaf to all your groans and moans
i'm deaf to all your screams and cries
don't bother me, corpse bride
because i could never see you
through my skeleton eyes
YOU ARE READING
BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
