your words are like knifes
that jab at my heart
and leaves scars
for the rest of my life
your eyes are mischievous
like that foolish grin
you give to me
when I speak
of something you
find funny
the world is a dark place
were they torture souls
and demolish the living
for they are striving to survive
survive with this oblivion
YOU ARE READING
Too late
PoetryCan you imagine the unimaginable? Dream the unthinkable? I guess it just comes down to words....
