Execute these lies
foaming out of my mouth,
feel the bile rise
and burn my throat,
heave,
heave heavy,
but keep down the noise,
number after number,
subtract, and elope.
YOU ARE READING
Existent
PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.