the ghost in monument circleA Poem by dramaminewarning: explicit language. also i kind of hate this one.my throat is on fire and my eyes are fighting sleep while my heart pukes up fading traces of desire. my god lies in the folds of my brain and every passing word i say smells like cheap peppermint and gives me a migraine. i don't think my limbs could carry me to monument circle again. 'cause i'm still stuck inside my bedroom thinking about smoking my mom's cigarettes and looking so damn cool while doing it. there's venom in my dried up spit and the taste of caustic wit on my tongue. i'm about to carve out my chest and pour little drops of Heaven in my lungs. i wanna die while i'm still young. i'm holding onto my myself like my body is the only thing that matters. don't get too close to my ghost or i'll haunt the places you love most. no, nothing really matters anymore. i like to think i would look better with my head against the floor. but me coughing up my guts won't do us any good. and my mouth will spill the words your heart never could. maybe i should live a little before i pick up a pen again. 'cause i need to stop writing about the fire coursing through my dusty old veins and how my head is a f*****g hurricane. maybe my tongue is a bullet or maybe i'm full of it. © 2016 dramamineAuthor's Note
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Added on December 17, 2016 Last Updated on December 17, 2016 Tags: love, life, depression, sad, teen, free verse, lyrics AuthordramamineThe ShireAboutYou can call me Twiggy.I'm just a 16 year old girl. With no friends so I spend my time writing s****y tales, poetry, and listening to music. I hope to one day become a musician and you know start a ba.. more..Writing
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