Leaning against agony
My eyes are wide and scattered
I watch you
I watch you
Agony.
I'm telling you
I may seem frail and weak
But in a week
I'll be staring
Emotionless at the blood
And I'll just clean the wounds
No mask
But no emotion either
The motion is quick and clean
I just walk away
With a small smile
I've walked much more miles
And you never notice
But you do
Judge the holes in my shoes
Like a mole
I burrow into a hole
I call it my bed
And I see rain
On the peachy sky
I see red lightning bolts
I hear the thunder
Yelling at me
Feels like it's forming words
To batter me with
To bad I'm in this shelter
Too blind and deaf
To hear and see
That my home
Is nothing
Love
Me Again...
The girl downstairs-
Hell
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.}