If I was to disappear would you even notice?
My mind is a blank sheet,
Full of moments.
Of hate
I've never kept to rhyme schemes,
Restrictions hurt my personality.
So read this,
Have a fright.
You don't get it you guys,
I'm the leftovers of the creator.
He took a blend,
And created the blister.
And oh I do burn,
Words with heat.
Thoughts of defeat,
My lungs oh god it's hard to breath.
He made me like this,
So why is it sinning to do my best?
Under his oath,
Of holy arrest.
I'd fade away before I'd find this answer,
For my life is that of a cancer.
Decaying and rotten to the core.
The only fix is a dagger.
So pay attention,
I garuntee you missed it.
The hint that I'm,
Slowly drifting.
YOU ARE READING
Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
