now i'm all blown up and there's nothing left to sew back together, and you look so scared, but it's hard to be brave when there's chunks of body and soul all over your black t-shirt. "we just had a near-life experience." there's so much that i can't say. it's easier to run away when nothing makes any sense, and everything turns into dust and smears of dirt on well used window panes. i know that you're not going to apologize, there not a single glimmer of remorse in those glistening, mirrored eyes. many secrets are kept inside the cast iron cage of my heart, just enough to leave you out in the stark blackness of a cold shoulder, but you keep plenty of your own, and there's nowhere left to run. i would know, because i've spent a lifetime trying to flee my devils, yet they still appear at every turn, every yellow sign warning "dead end" surely holds something evil. the horrors of flesh and blood are nothing compared to what waits around the dark shadowed corners.
- F.T.WillZ-must-die
(i'm pretty sure)
YOU ARE READING
F.T.Willz poems (prolly frank iero no one knows)
Poesiai've scoured the internet for these lol
