Life
There's a poem in my head
And lest I forget,
I gotta write it down now,
Cause no regret
The gash across your face
breeds lies of reality,
Openly and honestly
Quietly, poison
Before I die,
I wanna live . . .
Like I have something to die for
Have something to need
With collapsing nightmares
, Come collapsing dreams,
Nothings what it seems
It's poison, poison
The door's hanging wide open,
Deadbolt broken,
Graves on the other side
Made me cry.
As I lay thinking,
For hours in my bed
It quickly came and went,
Left another dent,
In the shell that holds in,
My feelings and emotions
Now I'm cold again
Slightly twisted, and,
Maybe a little dead,
But it's okay . . .
I never felt anything anyway