g o o d b y e .

breaking all of my wretched dolls
turning their porcelain faces inside out
crushing them with a fist
this f*****g existance is so hollow
a n d     f e e b l e
this is my own
s t u p i d   f u c k i n g
m   i   s   t   a   k   e
and there's nothing for you to bleed
from this antifreeze green sore
that is your goddamned
    m   o    u    t    h
t  h  i  r  t  e  e  n times over this
non existance b urning through the
night through the darkness
through the hell i thought i k n e w
t a k i n g this hope i thought you had
and turning it inside o      u      t
you think you know
but my broken dolls are my angels
my only friends
the ones who'll never l e a v e
you know nothing of this
you're nothing of the t r u t h
all you have are the l i e s
y o u        b r e e d  
with your irridescent eyes
bleeding through this
c  r  y  p  t  i  c
message you'll never feel
these aren't the tears
these are not r e a l
this is my favourite lie
and no, you'll never know me
i won't let anyone in
this is your death my lies
and let me stab out your eyes
from your skull bleeding disease
this isn't what you thought it was
this is my s w a n s o n g
and tonight i die . . . . . . . . goodbye

Reviews

[Hold Fast Hope]

This is the rawest poem I've ever read and I love it. I especially love the way that you have written this. It emphasizes the poem very well. Its amazing how our emotions, and deepest secrets can't make for a great poem that others can relate too.

Keep the great work up.