Swelling wounds.
The end of my peaceful life.
I'm trying to lick them believe me.
My tongue is a sharp razor.
And my teeth mimic life on their own shivering solo like a fuck up dancer with no soul.
I kept on messing things up.
My life is a mess, like my depressing room.
I'm trying to hide my stain underwear with a new pair of pants.
I'm trying to portray a hero out of my imagination.
A hero can arouse my unborn glory.
Mend my wounds.
Strike deep, deep, inside, next to the bone.
Oh, my darling my skin is so hard, and my flesh is so,so dry.
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Wisdom From the Dark Side. (#Wattys2015)
PoetryA bundle of dark poems and short poetic stories from life experiences and a great love of poetry and literature. -We hope you enjoy it. -Don't forget to vote and comment. My daughter and I share this experience. -Written by: Michel and Carmen Ahwach.
