You're too broken
that you see glue on every eyes
that you make contact with.
You're too cold
that you feel warmth
on every skin
that touches yours.
You're too disturbed
that you hear lullaby
on every lie.
You're too mad
that you taste sanity
on every lips caress yours.
You're too lost
that you find home
on every sheet
that blankets your naked body.
You're too thirsty
that every glass of whiskey
moistens your throat.
And you are too devastated,
you're too desperate,
that you've become reckless and drunk,
that you end up smashing
your remaining pieces into dust,
you end up selling your soul to demons,
you end up shattering yourself more.
YOU ARE READING
Glitters on Bloodied Words
PoetryAnd we all chase death But what we seek is salvation. Let pen move like your lips Ink spilled like your voice Words to compose your thoughts And write it on a paper like you're screaming to the world. A collection of poems and excerpts
