#mutate
How far will you go
To get labelled as a giver,
Till there's nothing left to give
And you mutate into a taker.
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 6:16 AM UTC
things are going to be grey
breathing tar inside
created nights without a sunrise
innocence breeds hopelessness in this world
don't cry your pains in order to foster their intensity
dark things spoken will play around the mind
like children they scream and curdle throughout the night
chilling sensations wrap around while they mutate
greedy lungs withhold oxygen
their offspring drain the logic from reality
last breaths taken care for the innocent evils that live within
we don't lie for ourselves
when we begin to give life to those living inside our head
it's nothing but negative metamorphisis
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 9:50 PM UTC
You seem to hurt my heart,
Repetitively,
and the doctors say:
"They can’t bandage a word broken heart,"
"When the bandage won’t be able to fix me,"
This is when my body mutates,
Making it hard to breath ,
Or really do anything,
This is when,
My ribs,
wrap around my heart,
trying to protect it from you,
and while my lungs were unprotected,
and I was at a lack of breath,
you seemed to take that,
with any happiness you could find,
And I sat there,
Shaking,
Then,
Crying because it’s not even first period
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC