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I'm drowning in my own skin
My own temple of diffidence and lament.
When I breathe,
I breathe in death.
The pungent odor
Of blood and disgrace.
I wear a sign made for fools,
A simple imp of duplicity,
As I cough up blood from
Coughing out blood,
For its the only thing I'm dammed to taste.
I always get this feeling that there's cancer in my bones
I always get the feeling one day life will take it's toll.
Because apparently I'm not alive.
I am hardly breathing
Someone tell me what's the reason not to leave
With ****** hands
And tear stained eyes
I'll try my best to live this life.
A final battle cry
A sharp stab with a knife
I have lost the battle
But not the fight
you said I was a fallen angel
but I realized the only reason that I fell
was because you clipped my wings.
Suffocating in the sadness
that kept me high,
I long eternally to die.
Seal my fate
and cross my heart
and hope to die
promise me when i die,
that you won't cry.
Swear on your grave you
won't miss me when I'm gone.
I spoke in silence but you didn't hear the screams
Your always in my dreams I can't get you out of my head
But now that you're gone
I can once again sleep like the dead.

— The End —