Pacify it all,
And let the sky's fall.
Nobody wants to admit,
The world isn't theirs to control.
How I feel,
It's a freaking carousel.
Going round and round,
And my hearts beating still.
It sends me down a rabbit hole,
To places Alice couldn't see.
No white rabbit at the end,
Just a bloody version of me.
It tells me stories,
Of stupid fantasies.
After listening to them all,
I understand everything.
I'm not a human,
I'm just a empty machine.
With all the blood in my body,
Replaced with kerosine.
So light a match around me,
And watch me burn in flames.
I'm not a man of virtue,
Just an oiled machine.
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.
