Monitors ticking,
a burning within,
every last word,
moving under my skin-
I can't understand why you'd do this,
And I'll never know why,
Now i'm stuck in this hospital bed,
when I just wanted to die-In a deep sleep, here it's always night,
I walked through a limbo,
deprived of all light-When I awoke, I had gone to far,
now every breath I take fills my lungs with tar-
Coughing and sputtering,
the tub fills with blood,
I suddenly remember,
what i'm afraid of-My intentions are warped,
now sinister to the core-
There is nothing,
death is beckoning,
just as before.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
My Sweet Grave Digger
PuisiI use to have an anger so big, it could fill up any house. Poems from the garage attic.