Could I smile?
Would it kill you?
Could I laugh?
Would you burn?
If I feel an ounce of joy
will you respond with pain?
Who are you and
why do you stay?
Why won't you go away?
Hate me.
Take me.
Burn me in your fire.
The fire that brings demons
to your feet to avoid liars.
You take them
to escape from
all the ones
Who promise joy,
even though their sharp teeth
glint in dreams of children's screams.
So I can't smile
for he'll know,
and he will come one day.
Turns out all this time
You were trying to save me.
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Poems of Death
Poetry***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
