The vice is around my neck
And its cutting off my oxygen
My eyes strain to see the world around me
And my lungs starve, not breathing in
Blood pools from my eyes
And screams escape my chest
I wish this pain would give
My life a f*cking life vest
I'm starved for attention they say
Begging for love
Needing a loving man these days
And they're not even innocent of
Attention themselves
I'm fucking tired of the fake ones
The beat lungs and the smiles
The sick laughs and the demon eyes
And the ones full of bile
Rulers of the world and
rulers of your thoughts
They'll rip your brain to pieces
while your sanity melts and rots
Give me another chance
I'll soon rise again
They won't ever see me coming
I know the snake's dance.
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Darkest Days
PoesíaThis is just a series of poems I've wrote. Some are rhyming, some are free-expression, and etc. Hope you enjoy.
