Tired, tired, tired.
The bed is so warm and soft and there.
Oh sweetheart, the snow is cold and merciless.
Won't you move aside and we can share?
And share.
And share.
Sobbing, sobbing, sobbing.
The blinds and the doors are closed shut.
Oh honey, light the candle beside me.
We'll get the razor and then we can cut.
And cut.
And cut.
Starving, starving, starving.
The food is warm and soft and sweet.
Oh darling, won't you let me just let me taste it?
But I know you can't. Because I'll just eat.
And eat.
And eat.
Sicker, sicker, sicker.
The food forcing its way up my throat.
Oh my love, just please let me vomit.
I need your strength. Please don't gloat.
And gloat.
And gloat.
Worthless, worthless, worthless.
Everyone is stronger than me in the end.
Perhaps I'll just fall off a building.
Perhaps an Angel God will send?
And send.
And send.
Perhaps and Angel God will send.
YOU ARE READING
Screaming off the Cliff
PoetryPoetry assembled from the very depths of a deranged mind. Trigger warning. Tragedy ensues.
