Feelin' so lonely,
forgotten and avoided
void inside,
nothin' in my mind.
Heart of stone,
eyes without hope,
I'm lost in the dark
scars like a mark.
Blood that runs,
crimson tears,
sinful body,
rotten soul,
sick of the world.
Drowned in water,
lake of misery,
marvelous corpse,
cold like Ophelia.
You can't feel the heart bit
of a dead, living
corpse,
do you?
YOU ARE READING
Drowned
PoetryFeelings that lie under the skin of a dead, living girl. [Or more easily, a series of poems that I write in dark moments] 31/01/2020: 12 on #morte [1.3k]
