Caught up in my mistakes.
Caught up in my emotions, I can't escape.
My memories dissected, cut up like I'm a steak.
My mind is blank, its(blankets) dark and warm I can't relate to the coldness,
The coldness of the bath I have drained myself in.
As warmth dances its way from loose grips, offshoot of red velvet.
Waiting for the inevitable, forcing the clocks hand.
Streaks of cloudy eyes from what once could have been.
As shattered memories and shredded thoughts of the broken becomes sin.
I see no biggie missing out on what could have been.
Hopefully I don't get found in this sea of detest.
He that waits for death, lives the longest.
¤¤Some of the lines I was gonna use in a freestyle I was gonna do next week, but decided to make into a poem¤¤
