A Slit of the Wrist,
A Click of the Clack,
Its Things like This,
That make Life go like That.
A hard Knock of the Head,
A Stab in the Back,
If you just Stay in Bed,
You will Die like That.
A Cut of the Throat,
The Jump off a Cliff,
Life Is Nothing,
But a Simple little Piff.
The Embrase of a Lover,
A Kiss on the Lips,
A Smack round the Face,
For Being so Stupid.
I cant Slit or Click-Clack,
I cant Knock myself or Stab,
I cant Cut or Jump.
I Can only Love.
Love All the stupid Things,
Like Life,
And Living.
But at the End of the Day,
Thats what Makes us Human.
Slitting and Shooting,
Knocking and Stabbing,
Cutting and Jumping...
Are all Spoken in an Alien Voice to Me,
Because I put My Voice on Paper.
And keep My Thoughts in my Head,
I would Much rather be Alive than be Dead.
Fact.
YOU ARE READING
Plastic Roses And Fake Love Songs
PoetryA collection of my favourite pieces of poetry. All written by me, please do not steal them. My poetry is dark, if you have anything nasty or judgemental to say then please take it elsewhere.
