it's technically June 11th
but as I laid in the middle of my road
staring at the stars
hoping to find peace of mind
Another Life by Motionless in White
started to play
and I fought the feelings stirring inside
but those tears of mine won once again
I punched the asphalt til I couldn't feel my hands
until blood and flesh was turned to mutilation
until metal was all I could smell
I wanted to scream and curse your name
but I couldn't bring attention to this
not now, not ever
I can't bring attention to how I'm truly suffering
resting here in a graveyard alone
like words on a tombstone long forgotten
engravings eroded away by the rain
your melody will echo through my time
forever wondering where you went
never to see you again
and that's where the tragedy lies
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The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
PoesíaAsh stains on my jeans you're still on my mind cherry on my skin you're still there pain doesn't block you out freezing hands shaking body withdrawals from your warmth butt burning my fingertips burning my lips dying to feel you again strike the...
