My unsent poems

rhyming deathwish

this curse of a body
And this torture of a mind
Leading me closer to a coffin
im starting to think that it's a sign

maybe if I close my eyes
his voice won't echo anymore
maybe if I end my racing mind
I will have stopped it from the core
maybe god hates me because
I've been mean to myself
but this mind belongs to a sinner
and that's the only way it would be dealt

the body he touched
will fade from this world
my eyes will turn liquid
So I won't see him anymore
I won't dream, I won't hurt, I won't suffer
I won't have to listen to my own sadness's clatter

I will be free

of his promise to fix me
I remember, i held both of his hands
And he saw it in my eyes, he was my only chance
he was my god, my miracle, my hope that the world finally understands

but how could I believe I'd be set free
when I'm the prison?
and so he left like the change of a season
and now I'm cold
a corpse
a living dead among the living
a beating heart that barely works

I hope your god is more forgiving