Rags of glass

i just kinda rushed sorry its really hot right now so i feel kinda sick

I called to you

you werent listening

with your mockery of your smooth wrist

your shiney teeth an puffy tits

21 days 21 days

you locked me in a cage

for asking a simple request

"just a little more cley

before my arms brake away"

While I slept you stuffed my mouth

with hand granades

But I remembered

so you thought you'd treat ne better for worse

I asked for a glass of water

to heal a man of rags

who sings hail mary

you ignored the plea's

A darkness lashed out

in the form of a knife

I cried an the tears

soacked in your eyes

an i lick them off cause

you aint worthy of "water"

Author's Note

sorry it kinda really sucks oh well

Reviews

[UpComesDown]

wow you picked the worst poem i wrote and used it... its fine,i kinda like it. its better then mine. Nice job but you might want to check your grammar. Good job though