I run on my parents' money
I walk on the soft loss of yesterday
Sometimes I eat the dreams that my heart keeps inside my chest
You drink the acid
And I sigh the water
Life is merely the nighttime words I type on my computer
Telling of untold tales of heroes and their heroin
Heroines hide behind their makeup and struggle to stand tall
Screens bought my life
And I begin to run again
YOU ARE READING
Fight Your Demons
PoetryPoetry from an angry boy, too scared to be a man A paper heart and an incarcerated mind Caged words and a broken tongue The words spilt in the night This is the absence of light, the expired fight All the demons come to take him away In hopes he w...
