I'm aware
I'm descending into
Madness and disease
And I can't help it
Because I love to watch myself
Spiral down
And out of control
I love the way it feels
When I hit the bottom
The sound of me shattering
Deafening
I guess I'm sick
For thinking like that
And maybe
I've already descended into
Madness and disease
I was just not so aware
As I thought I was
-twisted thoughts
YOU ARE READING
The Aftertaste
PoetryThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
