I want to be the joints,
That connect your bones.
I want to be the pacemaker,
That makes your heart, beat.
I want to be the lungs,
That helps you breathe.
I want to be the rib cage,
That shelters your heart.
I want to be every cell in your body,
That works to keep you alive.
I also want to be the poison,
That flows through your veins,
And the drugs that numb your mind.
Finally, I want to be your death,
That takes your soul away.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
