"Hey Tom, it's been a while. How is it going?"
"You know, I see you everyday, little bit fucked up."
"Really? I just wanted to say that...you won't get rid of me. I'll stay with you.
I scratch on your body, I love to draw there."
"Oh you want death, dear don't be silly. I won't let go a soul I love to destroy."
"Is there a problem, pills are not working? Might be because I have full control over your being."
I love the sound of you choking. You're dying slowly, let them try to cure "me"
I love it when you beg for the sweet gift of death.."
YOU ARE READING
Two Sides of Mine
PoetryWHAT IS HIDING BEHIND THE WORDS? short 'stories' with deep meaning. It's about my feelings or things I am going throught.
