without you, there is no me
just the drained shadow wearing my clothes
parts of you are haunting me everywhere I go
it takes time to cover up and heal small cuts
but you left fucking bullet holes
and what is great tends to come with a cost
all I wanted I have lost
with every vibre of my being
I fight against the urge
I have lost control (there's none)
and I long for all that hurts
Seal the Deal,
count your blessings
(you have zero left)
can't turn around
(it's done, it's done)
Soul is sold the curse starts now
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poems
Poetry"Thank you for the tragedy, I need it for my art." - Kurt Cobain This book is a collection of poems I wrote throughout time, sometimes even excerptions of stories I never finished. Caution: Some of them are rather dark and might be triggering to s...
