I never felt something like this.Cause I'm alone in this castle of Glass.
What have I done to deserve this ?
Am I a full on bad guy ? Maybe.
So, do I deserve it ?
To be humiliated ? To be stabbed ? To be left alone ?
To be abandoned by all ?
To be murdered.
And I'm bleeding, you know.
So much blood everywhere.
On walls, on the floor. On/In my body.
If you murdered me, let me die please.
Stop switching between kill and heal.
I'm spreading my Heart's blood.
Trying to draw your letters.
YOU ARE READING
Recueil d'idées perdues
PoetryDes rires? Oubliés. Des rimes? Effacées. Des rites? Occultés. Mon monde éteint, laisse-toi emporter par les tourbillons, les courants, les éclats d'une âme perdue.