Excuses

I'm breathing into

A heart that never opens,

A soul that never cries

And a body still and silent.

Tragically I manipulate

Myself into believing

That the ghost of all my fears

Will evaporate

Into a bowl

Of cherry infused rum.

I'm enticed 

By the sweet flavour

Of my seductive destruction 

I hum to the tune

Of my spirit betraying

The intimate connection

Between me and myself.

Reviews

[blaqpearl]

nice... touchy..i enjoyed reading it