Snap your neck,
To see me one last time,
Just to bleed out,
and watch me waste in my prime-
I'm scared to leave you,
Because you've never been alone,
The words i've spoken, are not my own-
I slept with my eyes open,
And in cold sweats i'd scream,
help them they are burning,
but it's only just a dream-
Bubbling through my veins,
A breath of air,
Internal hemorrhaging,
O, awaiting eternal despair-
If I could breathe,
Inside this room,
I'd rip out my lungs,
For Death is my only groom-
The devil cries, he drinks with me;
We laugh about a prophesy,
The eyelids of a tattered soul
Now blink heavy under my control.
YOU ARE READING
My Sweet Grave Digger
PoetryI use to have an anger so big, it could fill up any house. Poems from the garage attic.
