Never hope, never okay.
Relapse is the only drug I can take
in order to numb all the pain.
Silence, I'm surrounded by it,
yet my head screams volumes.
No peace, no breaks,
not unless I see my own blood.
It's no high, it's nothingness.
It's complete silence, and I fear it.
But it's the closest
I can get to peace.
The closest I get to joy.
All the pain I feel inside,
it must be my best friend,
for it follows me everywhere.
YOU ARE READING
No Wings
PoetryDedicated to Lund The sequel to "no halo." "I'm an angel, look at my face! Hell is not what I bring, I wanna help your case! I've lost my halo, and never had wings!" "No Wings" Beats (playlist): https://soundcloud.com/helllbitchonorinam/sets/nowings...
