I wear my bleeding heart
out on my neck,
force it to throb and beg it to die.
I fill my eyes with warm
decadence,
red and painful decadence.
Leave my voice out in the rain,
lingering in the forest of loneliness.
Bring it back to me,
so I can bring you down.
Give me back what I cherish most,
so I can take away your prized possession.
Make my eyes blue again,
just to drown yours in remorse.
Fill your eyes with warm, red,
painful decadence.
And wear your heart out on your
neck.
How does it feel,
to feel what you made me feel?
Does it feel good?
YOU ARE READING
Sleep My Love: Poetry
PoesíaA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.
