Why must my eyelashes fall from my face in thin curtains of conformity
Why must I pay you for my life, packaging bits of my littleness for you
Why must I be giant enough to be your super powered slave
Why can't I have my sleep, tell me why I can't rest inside my gritty grave
Feel the gravel rip into my back and savor the shattered shame
Trinkling into every last hole of my blasphemous being
Nodding off to the cemetery song, the ballad at the bottom
Never to be a prizefighter princess, a target trophy wife
Never a wonderland warrior, never special
Not to you
To pass away today, to leave you without me to teach and tame
To murder all the mastery, to slay the stars, to kill the game
Because when my candle goes blank, the chandelier will be less visible
And without my depression to fuel the monarchy's succession
Simply because the kids are bored of magic tricks and moving foward
They'll all turn away from your majesty, angels and harpsichords
And begin a new era of sadistic villainy and betrayal
So trust me, love, there will be no one to hear the monotone wails
From dead lands in between
Of a quivering queen.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Poetry
PoesiaThis is a select few of the poems I've written over the past two years or so. They're not the best and the rhythms are all messed up. But you know idc about that anymore so Enjoy my endless train of thoughts.
