Endless headaches
Fingers bruised and broken from
Constantly tugging
At a weight
I've always carriedExhausted eyelids that have been closed
Much too often
In a deep sleep filled with
NightmaresA throat that stings with lingering smoke
A pair of tar filled lungs laced with poisonFragile hands that try to hold up
My own chinLegs that shake
Always weakLimbs
Breaking as I trudge
Through this broken landMy 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 youSeduce me
I will choke on all that you give meTouch me
With your pale flesh
Make me feel your poison
That I long forLove me
As if your love for me
Is not a lie
As if I am not
Fooling myself over what I want this to beMake me feel happiness
Within false solitude
And broken promisesLeave 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.