Deadly - Poetry

Untouched

And it's when your hands are calloused because you spent the hole night trying to turn nothings
into somethings
and your soul is sprayed out in black ink on red paper because you always hated the classic
And you always hated the white
Or anything
That felt pure and untouched
By this oh so nasty world
Under your tired fingers
And yet the solitude remains

It's in cold nights when you like the way your body shakes and slowly freezes to death
It's when your lower lip is aching
From being bit
And yet you do it over and over again

And it's when the surrounding space is in chaos
And you lay on the floor
Because you always loved a mess
To feel enveloped in life
And pry the sadness
From your inexistent heart
Always knocking on your chest

It's those times when you close your eyes
To remember his blurry face
Just lines and smiles forming in your brain
Never quite enough
To put an end on your misery
The one you used to hate
The one that caused you pain

It's in mornings of snow
And evenings of sorrow
And nights of sleep deprivation
leading to mornings of desperation
That you cannot help to remember
just how
how
life isn't fair