Why is it that
My heart seems to beat
Steady and strong
When inside it's crumbling
Like dust
Drifting
To the floor
Why is it that
I'm drawn to everything that's wrong
To places I can't belong
To people I can never call mine
To bonds I can never find
Why is it that
I love so wildly
Unrestrained, bounding free
Burning with a fire so blinding
Till the end I'd choose to ignore
The dagger hanging, dangling
Waiting to fall
Waiting to kill me for once and for all
Why is it that
My soul's so reckless
Seemingly tied to dangers
And risks
Why is it that
My heart is so stubborn
Relentless in pursuit of
The unobtainable
Unstoppable even in the face of
Impending doom
Why is it that
I turn a blind eye
To all the price tags
Hanging nearby, results of
My impossible trying -
And failing
Why is it that
I pay them as they come
Only to find
The dead zombie I've become
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Lost
PoetryThe companion to Six Feet Under ;) Another poetry collection about dark times and raw emotion Just like Six Feet Under, I understand that this might not be the most uplifting book, but dark emotions should be acknowledged and expressed too - express...
