Holding broken pieces of past in the palms of my outstretched hands Reasons evade me I sit here struggling to understand The edges dig deep Causing tender skin to seep scarlet drops Taking Tylenol to pummel pain until it finally stops I'm ready to give up life and dive headfirst into my grave It is difficult for me but I must admit my soul is far too gone to save The devil stole it from my bones and doesn't plan on giving it back Without it polished surface falters and slowly begins to crack
A rose's vine is cold as it twists, wraps around your wrists. It's yours; it's a lie— the blossom of love. It's crushed by your fists. The thorns pierce you through, to your deepest core— to the bones. It cuts, burns. This love is a gift you never asked for.
Paved roads of cars that roam Are sure to grow weary on my bones. And there’s a high hill close to home Onto which I seldom venture alone. How I recall those many days of yore When we’d go fresh out in the morn; And up that hill now far across the globe Would stare for short eons into the fog.
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what are you? who are you? is it even a you? my moons are swelling in hells my shatters are flaunting in the same cell my nails are aching for the touch of shells I swim neat water cold as ice feet things I despise under those ***** sheets sat embraced by the greens the autumn's shades falling too well and hugging blades her eyes a funeral's peal all I ask is a little feel something of that past to steal can't sense a speck my violins are scratching their necks orchestral ravens flew the garden of wrecks optimism a false clue the flee to the streets I never knew and she licks the tips of the salty stew oh my spoiled nerves changing each noon can't have can't reach can't leave that moon forks on my table nonexistent all spoons irises are in need of light to bleed the warmth of a single night let the winds ******* like a kite death of me now don't mind hurts of trembling how meet me and sort my bones for me to bow drown me with caffeine erase that stupid fake gleam bring me to the real make me forget and burn me to heal fire my name on that tongue you keep and what a great sleepless night to sleep!
