I hate this I do this I need this
Monster
i see silver i feel nothing
in the relief in my life
that slashes and I’m
through my begging to
thin feel
lifeless something
wrist anything
i see red i feel pain
in the rubies joy and release
that trickle that I
down my am something
pale real
freckled breathing
arm feeling
i see brown i feel regret
in the lines when I see
that stretch my arm
against my knowing I
cold did
fleshy this
skin myself
I hate this I do this I need this
Monster
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