Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2015
i walk with no head between my shoulders
setting fires with dead lighters
dirtying the lines and the condition carrying heavy in each step
and the steady ticking of my watch has become my heart
i can't recall much between coffee grounds and a pair of soft eyes and smile
things don't seep in and it has become a taught art
something tied to me; something i tied myself to
a flood of blood to the heart
Written by
spacedrunk  18/th ringz of saturn
(18/th ringz of saturn)   
   ---, Creep, L, Connor Addams, raenona and 7 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems