Everyday I want to wither
And everyday I wither I want
To live in a world free..
Free from not only the pain
and the loss
Which lace every corner
Of this wretched life
But also free from
The expectations and labels
Of this flesh
Free from this boundary
And the hurdles
We are living limits....
NO not living
Yet dieing
Once the clock starts
Ticking
Never resetting
Don't look in the mirror
As we want we wither
Only to bloom again
Beyond our fleshly limits
BEYOND SKIN
YOU ARE READING
Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
