Jun 2015
i am trapped in a cold, cold place.
there is no way out.
there is something special here.
how the stars shine
in different ways
like they know something
about me.
the presence of another
fills my mind.
it watches me
blink
slow
and
steady.
the ****** fingertips
and rusty nails
is all i can relate to now.
there is no way out.
there is something special here.
how the stars shine
in different ways
like they know something
about me.
the presence of another
fills my mind.
it watches me
blink
slow
and
steady.
the ****** fingertips
and rusty nails
is all i can relate to now.
i'm feeling so empty right now and just had to write out something. it's sloppy, i know. it's not the best, but this is as raw as i can get. i was going to divide these into small poems themselves, rather than several stanza, but who has time for that?
