To be torn apart
through my body
and my mind
Is to no longer recognize
which piece of me
is really myself
Sometimes I feel scared
when I hear a song
late at night
which I know
I've heard before
when I lost my mind
Walking to my death
as ash falls from skies
I'm lost looking at this screen
lost looking at this face
And who knows if it's even mine
or if you're even real
Who knows where we are
or why we matter
Who knows what's at the end
of this empty road
Who knows what's hidden deep
in this empty mind
Who knows why
this day is good
and so easily burned
when the thought spirals down
And I wish I knew
who knew the truth
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Poems of Death
Poetry***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...
