Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2017
lately it feels like i'm not real
all i am is a set of sleepy eyes and an airy mind
spectating and thinking
my body floats when i walk
the only thing weighing me down are my thoughts
i hold the flame up to my bony wrist
sear my skin
leave a rusty mark
that reminds me of how
i can't feel anything anymore
Written by
angel
632
   Monotone
Please log in to view and add comments on poems