This night is young,
but I already feel numb,
a gun to the head
Always feel better then resting on my bed, sometimes I wish
I could pull the trigger,
sleep with the dead
I don't know how much longer of a scar
I can take to my vein
your name
already carved with a crimson line on my skin
like paint to a canvasI just let you make me feel numb
as you slash your dagger into me,
carve me up,
watch as I beg myself to love you
have another dance
I know I'll eventually collapse
from my heart being over worked,Hell,
my brain is already over cooked
I know you aren't the one
but love is Russian Roulette
take a spin,
take a risk,
take a chanceBut why for some reason
I take the bullet
I always take the thing
I thought was love
To the grave...
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Oh, The Places In My Head
PoésieHere lies any emotion that has been stamped into my heart told with words dripped from my fingertips. More in the Introduction (Majority of Photos are not mine)