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People don't fall in love with the death they see in me They just notice the glimmers of life left in me I like to run away from their love because Everything that is around me goes madder then the hatter I try to save them all from myself, from the monster in me But tonight I am all alone and I need someone who isn't friendzoned I lay in my bed, dead thoughts float in the deep water in my head I would love to have a lover or two who know just what to do But an undead lover is hard to find, they don't make them anymore And I certainly don't want a human manwhore to come knocking at my door So here I lay hating all that is alive and wishing even more of me were dead inside I run all throughout the day, from the sunlight I try to get away For the sun shows off my morgue styled scars and the blueness of my skin But at night no body knows, no one gets who I actually am I dress to impress and wear perfume to mask the rotting smell of my breath No one seems to care that the putrid smell lingers everywhere
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
ツ I'm Dead Inside ツ
People don't fall in love with the death they see in me They just notice the glimmers of life left in me I like to run away from their love because Everything that is around me goes madder then the hatter I try to save them all from myself, from the monster in me But tonight I am all alone and I need someone who isn't friendzoned I lay in my bed, dead thoughts float in the deep water in my head I would love to have a lover or two who know just what to do But an undead lover is hard to find, they don't make them anymore And I certainly don't want a human manwhore to come knocking at my door So here I lay hating all that is alive and wishing even more of me were dead inside I run all throughout the day, from the sunlight I try to get away For the sun shows off my morgue styled scars and the blueness of my skin But at night no body knows, no one gets who I actually am I dress to impress and wear perfume to mask the rotting smell of my breath No one seems to care that the putrid smell lingers everywhere
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
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