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Mar 2013
I don't want to sound cold, but my bones have been rattling,
Teeth won't stop chattering,
I've been at this thing for weeks.
And I'm usually not one to bite my tongue,
But I'll sink into it this time
And **** the blood from between my teeth
I'll swallow this whole and let it digest me from my head to my feet.
My graves been dug before I've even been diagnosed,
It's not fatal yet.
But I've convinced myself of certain death,
I'm losing my mind, but I'm willing to bet
You've got this all figured out  you're on top this time
Karma's a *****, believe me I've already gotten mine.
I lost my friends and my pride,
You think I'm oblivious, you think I'm blind?
I've dug myself a hole, but I'm building stairs
There's not a **** thing you can say that can keep me down there
I'll let this roll off my back, I've hit bottom, you've won
From this far down it's so hard to see the sun
But six feet deep, I can promise this is by no means the end
From here I'm on a roller coaster that can only go up, my friend
wolfbiter
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   --- and Erin-Taylor
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