tw
i love it,
the way you suffocate yourself,
you make it seem so difficult,
but actually it's pretty simple.
you claim you haven't breathe in so long,
that the life of you have been drained,
but haven't you seen the rest of us,
who were dead inside a while ago?
no, you haven't.
you only care about yourself.
about how you were always the superior one,
and puts everyone else to shame.
the blues are choking your windpipes,
covering your face in purple.
you see nothing but green,
the stars above you a burning yellow.
i've memorised the routine by now,
after all there isn't much to do.
now are you finally seeing the aftermath,
of loving without conscious?
+++
A/N:
this one is a bit disorganised i apologise. it was inspired by the song "CHOKE" by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME.
YOU ARE READING
FOREST ✰ POETRY
Poesía❝ i took some food for thought, it might be poisoned. ❞ POETRY | PROSE | THOUGHTS © walkinglovesong 2017 HR : 190 | POETRY
