Standing on the cold mean metal
Digits tilting to and fro
Eyes look everywhere but down
But now there's nowhere left to go.
Empty, sick and just defeated
Yet nothing's going through that cave
I'll only let the pain walk in
I'll let it lead me to my grave.
Sticks and stones, yet I see boulders
Now my bones begin to break
I don't believe that it's an illness
I don't believe it's a mistake.
The cold seeps through my clothes and paper,
On normal people it's called skin
But due to thickness and the texture
To call it that would be a sin
Mirror mirror speaks of horror.
Mind talks of morgues and screams extremes
But a perfect skinny body
Will only live within my dreams
Well death is just eternal slumber
Where dreams are easy to achieve
Forget to drink, forget to eat
Then - soon enough - forget to breathe.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
I Think We're Doomed
PoetryA bunch of poems I wrote. Pictures include quotes from the songs I listen to and some of my drawings. Cut off my wing and come lock me up Just pull the plank yeah I've had enough Tear me to pieces, sell me for parts You're all vampires so here You...
