"ensomnia" poems
Pas på
Jeg skyder skarpt
Bevæbnet med en AK47,
Øjemålet rettet mod
Den endelige destination
Drages af neonlysets skær i natten
Amatør af eget kød og blod
Danser i søgen efter den lille død
Kærtegner den blidt
En euforiserende fornemmelse
Raser ud i form af skrig
Efterlades i en stønnende tilstand
Begår selvmord
Ensomnia
Med min egen
Kærlighedspistol
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
I hate it when all I want to do is die;
And all I get is sleep.
And not even that lasts.
I think about all the people who have ever
looked at me like
a disease
or called me stupid,
And get caught up in hopeless anger.
Constantly preoccupied with the missing loss
of that boy I love.
Finally questioning my own two consoling words
"It's ok."
Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 2:51 PM UTC