0neCrazyAngel
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Haunted
Knowing that this will kill me is a start.
My spine digs into my skin, my thoughts of you
So vivid. I cover my lips but my screams permeate my palms.
How many breaths will I waste before I forget?
Holding to my aging limbs, I pray I’ll live through this
If only this.
Sleep reawakens valuable midnight nightmares of you
And I have to force myself to fleetingly remember that
I do have a beating heart. A damaged, bleeding, infected soul.
Convince me of this as I shove my fist in my open mouth
Feeble, failed attempts
To silence my whispers, your name, my voice.
What are they to say we were once one body?
I scratch the dying flesh from my face, forgetting is just too much.
Too difficult to focus out of my forced, exhausted breathing,
To remove each of your stolen bones from my closet, rid myself
Of each and every aching thoughts of you.
False creations, forced breaking smiles, attempting to slowly heal
When my pale broken skin gives my story away, holds me above.
How do I open my bloodshot eyes to a different world?
How do I convince my shaking body that you never really existed?
Ghosts, spirits, possess each thinning bone, embrace me
I’m not enough for this. Not to push this away.
I'm breaking. I'm leaving my own tortured soul.
Replace me.
Leave in my space an unknown being, one known to safely heal
As I waver away from the life I lead
Down the path you so willingly created for me to follow
In spite of my pain.
My emotions are innocent victims, tangled, weaving
Until it drains me from the lungs, leaving my hands soiled
Emptied from the inside out of every proof of life
Every bruised, choking vein suffocated with your cancerous memory
Every organ left in the stench of agony. Torn apart of me.
I’ve stained my hands with pieces of you, parts of me
My attempts to wipe away each thought of you
Fail miserably as I collapse where you once lay, breathing with me.
I cannot bleed out this evil, this deserving shadow of you
Curiously peeling back the discolored memories from my scars
So I can revisit lost wounds, wandering heartbreak
And wonder where the disease entered, where everything went wrong.
Because of this,
I’m dying.
For long enough, I spent time believing I could forget
the poison, the venom, my fear of death
with you by my side.
Leave me here.
I was captivated, now I’m weary with your
Calloused hands thrusting themselves into my chest
Each day. Leaving me anticipating your next move.
Knowing all the while that your life is killing me off
Second
After
Second.
I’m dying, you know.
But you can’t kill me that easily
~~~~
I would appreciate any comment/s or criticism to improve my writing. thanks guys.
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Knowing that this will kill me is a start.
My spine digs into my skin, my thoughts of you
So vivid. I cover my lips but my screams permeate my palms.
How many breaths will I waste before I forget?
Holding to my aging limbs, I pray I’ll live through this
If only this.
Sleep reawakens valuable midnight nightmares of you
And I have to force myself to fleetingly remember that
I do have a beating heart. A damaged, bleeding, infected soul.
Convince me of this as I shove my fist in my open mouth
Feeble, failed attempts
To silence my whispers, your name, my voice.
What are they to say we were once one body?
I scratch the dying flesh from my face, forgetting is just too much.
Too difficult to focus out of my forced, exhausted breathing,
To remove each of your stolen bones from my closet, rid myself
Of each and every aching thoughts of you.
False creations, forced breaking smiles, attempting to slowly heal
When my pale broken skin gives my story away, holds me above.
How do I open my bloodshot eyes to a different world?
How do I convince my shaking body that you never really existed?
Ghosts, spirits, possess each thinning bone, embrace me
I’m not enough for this. Not to push this away.
I'm breaking. I'm leaving my own tortured soul.
Replace me.
Leave in my space an unknown being, one known to safely heal
As I waver away from the life I lead
Down the path you so willingly created for me to follow
In spite of my pain.
My emotions are innocent victims, tangled, weaving
Until it drains me from the lungs, leaving my hands soiled
Emptied from the inside out of every proof of life
Every bruised, choking vein suffocated with your cancerous memory
Every organ left in the stench of agony. Torn apart of me.
I’ve stained my hands with pieces of you, parts of me
My attempts to wipe away each thought of you
Fail miserably as I collapse where you once lay, breathing with me.
I cannot bleed out this evil, this deserving shadow of you
Curiously peeling back the discolored memories from my scars
So I can revisit lost wounds, wandering heartbreak
And wonder where the disease entered, where everything went wrong.
Because of this,
I’m dying.
For long enough, I spent time believing I could forget
the poison, the venom, my fear of death
with you by my side.
Leave me here.
I was captivated, now I’m weary with your
Calloused hands thrusting themselves into my chest
Each day. Leaving me anticipating your next move.
Knowing all the while that your life is killing me off
Second
After
Second.
I’m dying, you know.
But you can’t kill me that easily
~~~~
I would appreciate any comment/s or criticism to improve my writing. thanks guys.
but thanks for the comment. i truly appreciate it
but I'm not very skilled >.<
