There's poison in my veins
Isolation in my gaze
No matter how hard I push away
I can not bring myself
To be alone
There's a void that roars within
And it is always starving
It's eating me alive
Beneath my flesh
There is burning
There's cyanide in my throat
It matches my serpentine grin
Because in the end I've found
I would rather be evil
Than be nothing
There's decay that festers internally
It's fueled by self loathing and sin
I have found it's existence eternal
This mask I wear is suffocating
But who can breathe anymore
YOU ARE READING
Rorschach
PoetryA collection of poems. Written to express my emotions in a much prettier way than they actually are.
