i know this place
it's kinda funny
people spend money
to watch people die
/
like we kill ourselves
to know we're alive
well i know he lived
and i know he died
/
i know this place
i'm not insane
strange that we're
in love with pain
/
break your heart
say you're fine inside
well i know she kissed
and i know she cried
/
i know this place
so let's try our best
to feel the gashes
over emptiness
/
i paint a few scars
tell you i've tried
well i know he loved
and i know he lied
/
i know they lived
i know they died
i know they kissed
i know they cried
i know they loved
i know they lied.
/
i know this place
it's where i've been
what a great story!
i cried eleven times
YOU ARE READING
cacophony
Poetrya trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020