Inside my book are unfinished love stories, loads of tears and torn poems.
And you, on the last page, standing there, smirking at my chaotic life.
Tangled emotions, suicide notes, infinite darkness, more tears and more distress.
In the end, I'm an unreadable book, an unlivable planet.
Full of different emotions.
I grew an alien inside my frame.
I've been promised to rest, I've been sworn to drink from the light.
There is no light, there is no knowledge, I stand alone shivering inside a turbulent storm.
Why, why?
I close my book, I rest, and I pray not to be haunted by life again.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoesíaMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
