I dragged you under
Cut you up
Now I sit here and wonder,
Was it not enough?
You come, saying you can revive
Does it really even matter?
Since I was never truly alive
You plunged the knife in my back
Killed the conncetion we once had
I'll laugh my ass off as I watch you bleed out
Writhe in pain
Any attempt to escape
all made in vain.
Cmon' love.
It's always enough.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Smoke And Decay-My Poetry
ŞiirPoetry is my escape. My escape from the cage of my ribs and the suffocating blanket of my skin. The void of my hollow skull and the rhythm of my lungs. Top ranking #68 in poetry.
