When I'm thinking here alone
I don't know what I crave more
Your smile as you're laughing
Or me bleeding on the floor
As I'm walking down the road
I don't know what I need now
To get to the next bus stop
Or let cars throw me to the ground
As I listen to the lecture
I can't tell which tugs my thoughts
The idea of me growing
Or just letting myself rot
As you hold me in your arms
I can feel the dark thoughts start
That I could be somewhere else
Tearing mine apart
If I could control my thoughts
And make one craving stay
I wish my only cravings
Could be your stunning face
But here I am pretending
That I could choke on smoke
Or lying underwater
Or giving up on hanging ropes
I can't stop the feeling
Of giving myself to death
But rather than just acting
I lay down and play pretend
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Poems of Death
Poesia***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
