Crash and grumble, I can't
guts and scrapes
heads and tails. Too much blood
Rip the life out
don't feel bad,
it's simply nature's little dance. What am I doing?
Cash and grumble,
red and ice, What have I done?
don't think of all the wasted life. All for this dead end job?
Crash and crumble,
blood and white
fish and sinners intertwine with me
I don't want to do this anymore.
I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE.
- Jane
I quit.
YOU ARE READING
Seashell
PoetryA collection of poems with the connection to the same Seashell. Could this just be a coincidence, or is there a bigger tale to be told? All of these poems are my original work and should not be re-used without my consent. If you want to edit them fo...
