
Porcelain perfect faces now begin to crack.
So don’t tell me it’s in the air.
Footprints in the dirt, they almost always track.
I’m lost at shore and I’m stuck without a flare.
Don’t know what’s outside, so I’m a little scared.
The clouds are blackening..
My map is torn, and I don’t have a spare.
My death is happening..
I’m Yours again, now happiness has just begun to seem.
So don’t tell me I’m crazy!
My life’s a movie, but it’s not really my scene.
My achy breaky heart just hasn’t been breaking.
There’s no exit, how long has this been taking.
The dread isn’t lackening.
You're torn apart, and your hands are still shaking.
Prevent a death from happening..
Kerosene lips start fires and open flames.
I need to feel the burn.
Kiss me deep, and don’t stop until it’s been days.
Many tongue tricks I can learn.
Don’t need my urn if I were ashening.
Just use me as your incense.
Torture my soul until it’s black again.
Cigarette burns on infants.
Ecstasy butterflies still make my stomach feel queasy.
It tickles my spirit.
It’s pretty hard, but I can make it look easy.
But no one wants to hear it.
Don’t know about you, but I’m a little eerie.
Certain death is happening.
I don’t make the rules, that there’s no rest for the weary.
I guess it’s a wrap for him.
My telepathy compels your bleeding heart right to me.
Mind Over Matter, and it’s the Law Of Attraction.
Damn it! All these entities, they’re walking straight through me.
And now all of them need extracting!
Don’t panic, I save my breath more rationally,
Unless I’ve a death wish.
I conserve my oxygen lastingly,
Or else I’ll be a dead bitch,
While death is happening, the birds are falling from the sky.
Lord, Christ! Here comes that draft again.
And I think I may die.
About the Creator
Desmond Razzano
My name is Desmond, and I have a love and passion for writing of all kinds, especially poetry! Most of the content I write about reflects more of my experiences and my pain, and my joy! Every entry or story I post was written by me.



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