You are the noose around my neck,
Swinging me off the edge of my head,
Drumbeats echo - rhythmic, dark,
Echoing the beat of my heart,
Now it's my turn and the swords hit the sky,
Now it's my turn,
My turn to die.
I tell you to leave; to not witness this sorrow,
Tugging on my heartstrings endlessly,
Messing with this weak and stormy brain,
Oh God, I think - I'm going insane!
Now it's my turn and the children run and hide,
Now it's my turn,
My turn to die.
Flames dance around my soulless body,
My toes cannot reach the thriving underground,
I resist, my breath shallow - fleeting,
They wonder if my heart's still beating,
Now it's my turn and the floor drops away, crying,
Now it's my turn,
As I write this I'm dying.
YOU ARE READING
Optimistic Pessimism
PoetryA compilation of poetry I've written in order to express myself. They are all very short, only about 100 words each, so please give reading a few a try! :) I also have a book! Link: http://w.tt/21toVyh (It's on my bio! And it's called "Scrape") Al...
