Bats, spiders, and rats form on my tongue
they crawl down my throat and live in my lungs
Cobwebs, moths, and dirt course through my veins
they nestle in my brain and make me insane
The flowers I've spent months watering start to wither away
Why did you lie when you said it would all be okay?
These weeds inside me were born from idiosyncrasies
And they make it way too hard to ******* breathe
My skull is cracked, bones are shattered, it leaves me scarred
This garden looks more like a graveyard
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
Bats, spiders, and rats form on my tongue
they crawl down my throat and live in my lungs
Cobwebs, moths, and dirt course through my veins
they nestle in my brain and make me insane
The flowers I've spent months watering start to wither away
Why did you lie when you said it would all be okay?
These weeds inside me were born from idiosyncrasies
And they make it way too hard to ******* breathe
My skull is cracked, bones are shattered, it leaves me scarred
This garden looks more like a graveyard
A poem about substance abuse.
