i could be dead for all i know.
if i told you so, would you believe me?-
nothing tears you apart more than seeing yourself
become the one you swore not to be.
cant help but help yourself;
fuck everyone else, right. right.
justify your mistakes in time for
him to conveniently forget all about what you did.
hung above you could be your hands.
cant bring yourself to look up. give
up your past for him to burn. banish
it up onto the sun until tomorrow morning.
YOU ARE READING
my darkest mind
Poetryoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
