There's so much pain inside my body
With all this black I feel I'm rotting
There's no medicine to help my sickness
And no exercise that'll fix my weakness
There are tears behind my eyes
But I have too much pride to cry
Instead I let it taint my life
While it rots my body from inside
Sometimes I feel like I'm a zombie,
My darkness is what fuels my rotting,
When they ask if I'm okay, my head is nodding,
But when I am alone, I end up sobbing.
It feels like control isn't achievable,
My mind spins for hours,
while my heart takes the toll
I can't stop thinking,
Even when my thoughts
Make me stop breathing
My throat feels like its closing,
And my soul is what's corroding
Sometimes I feel like I'm a zombie,
And my darkness is what fuels the rotting,
An open wound is a spoken word
And within minutes I can feel the burn
I find my insecurities
And within seconds I am feeding
Off my pain, my fear, my heart
Limb by limb my body falls apart
Until there's nothing left but black and sludge
And my feelings are condensed to shrugs
Sometimes I feel like I'm a zombie
And my sadness is what fuels the rotting
Decomposing oh so softly
The lullaby of death is haunting
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Evolution Of Everything
PuisiA collection of poems, spoken word, and verbal processing. It's mostly here as a reminder for me of where I was and where I am, so that I never forget. Some of them are silly and fun, but most of them are deeply personal accounts of some of my harde...
