#poisen
They come in twos and threes
Glistering silver seas
Overwhelming nausea
Worsen anxieties
I feel so far apart
Separate but not separated
How can I rest in peace?
When I am here resting in pieces
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
A rocket screams in flames in my blue, blue sky,
Bright beautiful day,
This tragedy my lie,
As I wander through my mind,
I run this poisoned knife,
Into my heart and wish I was more kind.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC