Endless headaches
Fingers bruised and broken from
Constantly tugging
At a weight
I've always carried
Exhausted eyelids that have been closed
Much too often
In a deep sleep filled with
Nightmares
A throat that stings with lingering smoke
A pair of tar filled lungs laced with poison
Fragile hands that try to hold up
My own chin
Legs that shake
Always weak
Limbs
Breaking as I trudge
Through this broken land
My body's on the floor
Kiss me on my open mouth
Filled with hopelessness and sorrow
Till all that's left is the taste of you
Seduce me
I will choke on all that you give me
Touch me
With your pale flesh
Make me feel your poison
That I long for
Love me
As if your love for me
Is not a lie
As if I am not
Fooling myself over what I want this to be
Make me feel happiness
Within false solitude
And broken promises
Leave me
Behind on the shelf
A book you've always read
But never felt
YOU ARE READING
The Hollows
Thơ caThis is a book of poems/songs that I write, about things that I feel the need to put into words. It will be updated whenever I feel the need to write.
