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When time snatches frail hearts too soon. |
| I sit outside myself I wonder who I am Peer at the hollow form next to me Ponder how I was ever alive Perched, on burnt placid empathy Watch my dream walk out the door Eels swish as the oily feeding frenzy begins in my stomach Rises with hot air, ribs of coarse bone don’t protect me Stabbing, ravishing, in and out penetrating in slow structured blows Piercing every organ, weaker with every drop of blood that trickles from me Snapped tendons, rewarded with sedulous atrocities Frail, empty, naive, pain follows me My dream walks out the door A blood stained white rose Selfish desire tormenting sympathy of the soulless Fucking narcissistic demons |