A strangled sad song swallowed back through clouded eyes
Sucking in exhaustion through slivers of stained glass
The whispers fill my punctured lungs with emptiness
Pulling me six feet under your forgotten name
Drowning in darkness, clocks stop tick tick ticking back
Too tired to scream, try to understand what words mean
Foggy blemish, my battered brains numbing torment
Selfish spirit drains from pain carved into my spine
Unshed tears, all these years soaked into broken bones
Hold me down until bitter blood becomes my wings
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Scratches On My Gravestone
PoetryA collection of poems written by little ol' me, created to be discovered, but not remembered.
