StoneA Poem by FallenHeroXxThese rooms are cold The pretending is over I am alone... This loss is crawling under my skin To say the least The cold touch of stone It burns me It pains me It's too much for me I should have murdered her... So much for the loving touches So much for the gasping breaths So much for the love that once thrived So much for my aching soul that once died My race is run The devil is waiting I love this... The intended punishment must be death? It is a punishment I am ready for But if not for the love I had I'd be dead The failure of touch The opening of lips in gasps of breath The superficial s-x that had me fooled The climactic experience that she had elsewhere It left a black spot in my brain... My Mother often told me How folly it was As we sat in the garden Talking and smoking Oh, Pipes and Strings Let my mind kick free Oh, the Choir sings I am dead and now I see I see the childish s**t i went through I see the way I let everyone s**t on me I see it all clear as day F**k this world And f**k everything we ever learned I feel the sickening anxiety of being left alone I feel the need to toss it away Reinventing myself right before the emergency exit I should have killed myself long ago But then the world would miss me Hell, I'd miss me F**k this world And let's agree that it can hardly get anymore fucked There's something haunting me For the end is nigh 'Twas here that I should have died... I spit on the world I piss on the world I s**t on the world And I lie down And sleep
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