I'm Alive
I can speak
But I don't want to
So don't try
To twist this tattered rag
Because the only
Things it will drip out
Will be black venom
That will scald you with one droplet
So small
But it can be deadly
Didn't I hitch up sign of warning?
With these scars?
Oh well
I guess all of these
Dead corpses can pile up
Into a castle
That even Hades will be envious of
Maybe then
People will stop trying
To make this
Bloom.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
