the scream that hung at the top of my scarred lips
the sound that stirred like a blade through the darkness
like the touch of blood springing to alabaster cheeks as easily as i wished the words would spring to your sinned voice
god, the sting of every breath heavy in my conscience as tears cut down my face isn't something that love should do to you
standing at the edge of the guillotine, a ghost enslaved to your need
let me go the, see me writhe into the shadow of a life without the only one i love
watch me with a sinister smile playing in the crook of your lips as i fade into nothingness and as i fragment, bit by bit
i don't love you, i need you
with every ounce of deprecating guilt and violence i scream at the top of my already collapsed lungs,
i love you to the point jumping brings no fear
and without you is how i disappear
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lyrical beauty
Poetry"one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." ~ bob marley verses of notes and chords; an ode to the vividest vice known to man - music. trigger warnings: occasional themes of violent love, angst, self-hatred, and overall dark i...
