1.
I play on the serrated edges I like the feel
of the paper cuts that linger on my soul.
Cleft pieces fell like autumn leafs and died.
2.
Bleeding what dignity I have left on those
around who suckle on my agony like it
was nourishment for there saturated egos.
3.
I swallowed a blade of lies, I choked hard
indigestible where your words but I lingered
on pushing it further till I bled truths now heard.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 7:08 AM UTC
1.
I play on the serrated edges I like the feel
of the paper cuts that linger on my soul.
Cleft pieces fell like autumn leafs and died.
2.
Bleeding what dignity I have left on those
around who suckle on my agony like it
was nourishment for there saturated egos.
3.
I swallowed a blade of lies, I choked hard
indigestible where your words but I lingered
on pushing it further till I bled truths now heard.
