
It's about a girl who was just using me. She was so beautiful, but her soul was black. I could not see it until much later. And I grew to loathe her and resent her. This is my poem about it.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Angst - Words: 185 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-08-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3081209
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Inoculated, and yet you disease me
You're seeping into me through the cracks
Breaking my spinal column and tearing away at my flesh
Meshed together, entwined in my hardened veins
Restricting my blood flow as I become nauseous again
Ravenous hunger for my salty skin makes you weak
Now is my chance to break the chains that bind me
Rip apart your carcass and eat the maggots that crawl onto me
Drink the blood of the one I love and swallow her half hearted apologies
Vomiting starves the hunger as I become desolate again
Your insatiable lust for all things malevolent makes me a target
You dig your nails into me and scour my pulp for marks
Slashing away at my neck and licking it so tastelessly
Breached skin dries upon your venomous tongue
Blacken my lungs as I become irrelevant again
Enigmatic, and yet you're as bare as they fucking come
You're beaten, and battered, and altogether worn
Damp, moist sheets and memories of maladies
Are the only remnants of us I carry with me
Repose myself as YOU become NOTHING.
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