Poems of Death

Remains

There's a type of burning

you begin to drown in

the screaming in your mind

at the front of the lines

there is no fear of death

only acceptance of the end

I know that you can't see it

because I hide the remains

but when your gone or sleeping

I cry inside my brain

my physical embodiment

of pain is not for show

but my skin will crawl off of my bones

if I continue to stay this low

distractions keep my mind awake

fear keeps my tongue on edge

ready to scream at the drop of a pen

ready to run at the sight of a man

I want this to end

I'm tired of it trailing

I want this to heal

I'm tired of the screaming

I'm tired of not feeling

I'm tired of repeating

the same words to myself

the same feelings in my head

I never learn a lesson

until I'm almost dead