I crave exquisite being
I cut myself open to make myself
Bleed
Because I love the rush of
Dying
And I am inconsolable
I want to tear myself inside out
Oh god I want to do terrible things
I want to do terrible things
I am contaminated
I feed my stomach with whiskey bottles
Because I crave the taste
Of numb throats and
Burning stomachs
I drag cigarettes into my chest
Because I want a slow death
And I love the smell on my skin
I want terrible things
I think I am unclean
I drink heavy coffee all day
So I don't have to sleep at night
I never said I was a lovely sight
Looking for violence
In beer-soaked bars
Because I want to beat the coward
Out of me
Oh god I want terrible things
I want to do terrible things
I think I am uncontained
Well what can I say?
I've taken to doing terrible things
Day drinking
And binge smoking
At 4 am
And I'm such a reckless mess
But I'm not scared of anything
I'm warning you now
I've got a craving for terrible things
And you don't want to get on my list
Because I'll smoke you out
And drink you up
And I am such a terrible wanting
Being
I am a collage of bad habits
And destructive purpose
I'm raising the red flare up high
So you know to speed the other way because
I am a collection of terrible things.
YOU ARE READING
Restless Things
Poesía"I didn't realize what damage heat can do To flesh so bare So I poured you out all over me Until I was undone And shaking But after the fire has gone All that's left is ash and wilted skin So now I know Better" -The Things You Left Behind (Poetry, P...
