Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I collect ill-fitting prescriptions suffering from a hollowed out heart morse code thoughts drowned in encryption doctors pull my nervous system apart they can't find a cure so they try true loves kiss they package him in an orange pill bottle bite-sized pieces of pure chemical bliss I take a handful of shortlived lust and gobble these synthetic feelings stuff me momentarily I can't digest them so they absorb me instead blood boiling until I'm filled with transparency first I'm empty, then I'm bursting, then I'm dead.
0
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
OVER-THINKERS OVERDOSE
I collect ill-fitting prescriptions suffering from a hollowed out heart morse code thoughts drowned in encryption doctors pull my nervous system apart they can't find a cure so they try true loves kiss they package him in an orange pill bottle bite-sized pieces of pure chemical bliss I take a handful of shortlived lust and gobble these synthetic feelings stuff me momentarily I can't digest them so they absorb me instead blood boiling until I'm filled with transparency first I'm empty, then I'm bursting, then I'm dead.
they say love is the cure, yet every time I dig for that feeling I just find myself in a deeper hole.
crimsonanarchy
Written by
F/australia
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem