I don't know why I follow
For the machine leads the way
And when I try to question
The feelings inside
The motive behind
My self destruction
I can't form the words
All I know is
I love the high
I love the machine
And I follow it always
But I don't know why
I've lost all I have
So I sail down the river
Without a care
YOU ARE READING
Slowly Fading
Poetry*Collection of poems, fears, letters, short stories* Don't ask me why I want to die, I don't even know myself Copyrights to Readingwithunicorns ©️
