their minds are frayed
their abilities outplayed
you promise you're not a vampire
yet stare into the fire
your demons are other's gods
at their gods your mind unfogs
a frozen memory is hard to forget
a dying rosebud is hard to protect
rising and falling chests
tangled, barbed wire nests
idiots trying to beat their peers
if only for the sound of half-hearted cheers
the cold is stuck in your bones
the warmth is only for clones
loneliness is where your heart lies
everyone else lives while you're the one who dies
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
