Your the engineer
Let me open the box and tear my soul apart
The sacred sweet of pain is all I need to taste
Don't be sincere
For I am placing into your hands my bleeding heart
Tear it apart into pieces and let it go to waste
There's pleasure in the suffering
I do not dream of going anywhere else
Don't worry because it is comforting
This is what I need
YOU ARE READING
Me, myself and I
Poetry"I find comfort in my desolation. I don't need no trouble, it's just me, myself and I" My first volume of poetry. Maybe I'll make another one. I don't know yet.
