He sleeps better in his casket
Than his own bed
I'm being haunted
By the last thing you said
Voices echo in the empty room
My condolences go to whoever hurt you
Being a ghost doesn't make any difference
You've been dead since the day we met
Once you break
All the hearts that you can break
Their love for you will turn to hate
Your past becomes your future again
You can't be a fairytale
With that kind of end
He keeps a list of names for revenge
At the chime of the bell that rang
Reminds me that I was too late
All around the night
I never see the light
It's because of you
I know exactly what you do
Now I'm left with insanity
You're killing me
What have you done?
You got a well deserved death
And no where to run
If you take your time
And never look back
You could focus on one thing
Your blackest tragedy
Oh how sad it is
To be gone this early
But you knew what would happen
If you could see clearly
Your wants are not your needs
Bite your tongue til it bleeds
Cutting off your words as it seeps
You would have been better off
Listening to me
Now look at you
You're dead
And no one can hear you
YOU ARE READING
Medicine
PoetryCutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat li...
