Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2014
waking up from nightmares
of waking up in a morgue,
i question if i really want to die.
but then each word
i hear feels
like a hot needle against my skin
and i sleep for hours
hoping to wake up
on that cold
metal
slab.
i hate this one im sorry
2014 edit: i still hate this one ***
Amelia
Written by
Amelia  rva usa
(rva usa)   
589
   typhany and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems