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Dec 2010
your maniac kiss killed me with its sudden sting
burning inside of me like I am only your posession
I loose my morals
and hurt my head
at the end of the day I lay with my palms open
and speak to you of how I am tiered with this
in my head

what you hear from me is wordless
I dont need your comfort
I dont need your help
I will learn how to deal with your monsters on my own
I will learn how to give myself a shower

Im a baby
a child
I smile
and its innocent you see
you have though, brought the dead back out of me
and now my world is filled with black paint
black ink

dont speak
dont speak
your alienation has spoken enough
your eyes have been closed
and you wouldnt even dare look in my direction
that
that
has said enough

and I am bad
and I am sprawled
and I am the ****
the injustified loser

baring myself like a sick person
homeless
and begging for money to buy
a pack of smokes to exhale
these burdens
midnight prague
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