No closing, not shutting
Capacity overflowing
Drowning my veins
in
glorious strains
Until I can't feel
what is
and not real
Oh....
my brain
Filled with your lies and your knives,
you've struck me
with,
countless times
It's all ebbed togther
Pushing and pulling,
completely fooling
my overwhelmed self.
You laugh and you dance,
and--
Oh!
.....rejoice.
You tear and you bite
and you pull at my skin
You're a wolf, a waterfall,
a bottomless well of sin
What gives you the right!
to make Me!
pay the price,
When everything's done by your hand
I stumbled,
I fell,
right into your well
With no one to catch me at all.
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Inner Thoughts
PoetryThoughts that float around in my head a lot and other stuff I think about. A couple poems. It's actually a lot more interesting than it sounds
