Burning fires, arsonist desire. Licking flames of due time lust, Dissolving , enjoying , collaborating the dust. Vacuum that presses in the pain , the dirt. Faulty yet deterring , That of a lover's goodbye.
Grumbling hunger, a heart that's melting away. No one sees , the trembling blood clots , wandering. A thousand years it seems, a hundred years left to cry. In the haze , the break takes place, Elevating the angst of a past in time. Preserve the mass , now so worthless and just one.
Trapped within a well-bodied stutter. Echoes searching the walls of menace. Where the colours erase, fallen leaves replace. Contagious blood shot wounds scarring the place. Corpses in every corner, every gloom , And peace in every unsheltered storm.
Over the fatigue , the tendencies of the worn out. Disease of the young, dying to be old. Oscillating vaults left empty and spinning. Familiar sounds of a lullaby playing. So sweet. Bitter medicine tastes so fine now. Choke on thus perfection; And laughters will sprout.
Wrote this poem cos Im SICK of how everybody is treating me, taking me for granted. I should just die , no one would notice anyway. People always want me there for them. But have they ever thought about me?! When I felt so weak, coughing the hellstone out of me, when I felt despair, all alone, did anyone bother? NO. fuck. dont you know that im not a mat, im a HUMAN BEING with feelings , mind you. i appear cold but in actual fact, i've just given up. ALRIGHT. So im gonna just wait. If you want me , then shoot. If not, fine then. it's fine with me. Ill never make the first move and be left a stupid fool.