We were both young once,
Too young to know adolescence,
Too young to know blood stains were a blessed ephigy.
Too young to cry out in pain when you stuck
knives and pins and sharp things
between the torn ligaments of my spine.
An enlightenment of my future
With an angel,
Burnt lungs sprawled out the back of my torn corpse.
My wings,
But you made it so that I could never free
And shed the 2 o'clock in the morning doom.
Wailing quietly into my already soggy pillow.
Hoping that you would not stand too close to my bed
Hoping that you wouldn't whisper sweet mantras into my ears,
Hoping that one day you would never let me go,
You never did,
And now we're one whole,
And I can't scrape the thoughts
The feelings,
My poor dog panting helplessly on the floor.
I could see the organs
the organs spilling out,
Seeping from his side,
I could see it all
The clock broken on the wall,
Little hand pointing to a crack where the number two should be
And the blood,
Painting my walls a bright shade of crimson
And all I have to show is the scratches of my nails and the nosebleed dripping from my chin from countless ATTEMPTS to HIT my HEAD on the WINDOW which I WATCH you LEAVE every SINGLE goddam NIGHT.
ANGELS
If you exist, remove my lungs out of my broken body,
And give them to someone else,
Because I did not need them,
As you did all the breathing for me
And that suffering and pain
Was an act of God
A message of peace for me
So I can do his bidding
Heavens doors are shut tonight
Tight with locks and pink fairy dust
Because my bidding is not with you
OR ANYONE,
just leave me alone
in eternity
That was anything better than it was,
HELL
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Poetry. Dark.
PoesiaThis collection of poems is dedicated to anyone who has tried to live but events have led them astray It is a mix of dark, somewhat rediculous and poems of the heart, all written to help myself get through the last couple of months Some of these poe...
