i never know how to start off a poem or a work of words
and when i do, it’s usually a handful of pretty looking letters that
form casualties in the lungs of my dear readers
(i’m sorry that i’m hurting and i’m sorry that it hurts you)
i drove past a graveyard and i could feel the departed eyes watching me as
if i was next.
(dear christ, do you exist? dear whoever, is there a forever?)
i’m not scared to die anymore, the fear has leaked out of this cracked shell and into
the younger ones - the ones who have seen monsters and not the ones underneath your bed.)
i’m not scared to die - but I’m terrified of what comes after
will i ascend to the heavens? or will lucifer claim me as his own?
(i’m pretty sure everything is a lie, but if it isn't - i hope to see you on the
other side.)
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
i never know how to start off a poem or a work of words
and when i do, it’s usually a handful of pretty looking letters that
form casualties in the lungs of my dear readers
(i’m sorry that i’m hurting and i’m sorry that it hurts you)
i drove past a graveyard and i could feel the departed eyes watching me as
if i was next.
(dear christ, do you exist? dear whoever, is there a forever?)
i’m not scared to die anymore, the fear has leaked out of this cracked shell and into
the younger ones - the ones who have seen monsters and not the ones underneath your bed.)
i’m not scared to die - but I’m terrified of what comes after
will i ascend to the heavens? or will lucifer claim me as his own?
(i’m pretty sure everything is a lie, but if it isn't - i hope to see you on the
other side.)
