Decayed.

Lalalalaa

Falling apart.
Stitch me together again.
The seems always seem to break.
I think I'm losing it.
Going insane.
I'm starting to smell.
I think I'm decayed.
I said.
Can't you hear me?
I'm screaming.
Oh, can't you save me?
I'm afraid I won't last much longer.
Oh how I lost.
Fighting a battle that was meant to lose.
How you left me.
Didn't you know I would just fall apart?
I'm decayed.
Going in and out.
How my skin is falling apart.
Can't you stitch my wounds?
I'm afraid my organs are falling out.
Such a horrid smell.
Someone save me.
Crying in a well.
Oh, how he left me for dead.
For decayed.

Reviews

[stephen dillon]

i really liked this if you would stick to the more spokenword jazzy flashy poetry i belive you would shock and awe some folks just write alot and focus but wtf what do i know?