You came to bring the pain
back to the street where we began
And I've been blacking myself out
because I just don't know how it happened
I don't know why
anyone has the time to bring you down
So I'll confess that I messed up
For I was supposed to do great things
Strangle me and my wet words
wring out my tongue and vocal chords
I don't have anything to say past:
K I L L M E
YOU ARE READING
Noyadé
PoesiaA series of small works: finished works and unfinished scraps and sober thoughts and inebriated words and drunk minds and me. All of me in here.
