If i'm with a rotten chain around my hands
And you're with a delay in your last meds
Kissing you is a sin and a work of hell
And I'll be a devil on your death bed
The aftermath of your taste will last
Longer than the afterlife in your head
You will linger on my lips till I die
That the words I speak will have your life behind.
YOU ARE READING
CHAOTIC.
Poetry2# SLAM January 9th 2019 And you know you're creating art When your heart is slowly falling apart.
