Oh, how you try to paint your skin
Through cuts of blades and pricks of pins
A masterpiece it as you think
But darling, it'd be lost in a blink
What you do is feed the fire
Feed that deep burning desire
That inner voice that questions you
Your existence, the things you do
The physical pain that you find soothing
You are the one whose soul is loosing
The demon has destroyed your soul
You are the one as black as coal.
YOU ARE READING
flawed feelings
PoetryFlaw; -a fault or weakness -A mistake -Imperfect Every person's feelings are imperfect and so are mine. *Short poems* Started; May 6th'17 HR- #16 in poetry (23/8/17) ❤ #18 in poetry (22/8/17) #22 in poetry (21/8/17) #28 in poetry (4/8/17...
