pomegranate tears and deep dark fears

short poems: Part 1

All these motions in my head

Make me realize I am dead

If people ask you how I fair,

Just tell them I’m beyond repair

The taste of liquor

Makes you sicker

So why do you drowned in it?

They come for you

And me too

We’ll go together, cause a fit 

A thought lost

A thought unfound

A thought hidden

Underground