Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Karisa Brown Dec 2018
Why do you follow me
Bringing cold air unto
my night sky
Hopping upon my eyelids
Fluttering starkless
After the taste leaves
Sour and pure
Yet rotten and decitful
Traits upon trays
Served to the next one
In line

Death
Why have you
Come for me

You already tried
To **** me once
And that was enough sir
Thank you but
No thank you
I think I'll wait for
Another ride
This time

Love unburden me
I want to come home

— The End —