I dream of drowning
And maybe I've said it before
But the harsh waves
Do something to the deathwish
Curdling inside me.
.
I am violently hungry
With the desire to rip my bones
Open for the world to see
The secrets I hide in my marrow.
I know I'll starve.
.
There is no market,
Not for the masochistic suffering
My thoughts crave.
I'd try to sleep it off like a drug but
I can taste blood.
.
It's too sweet for my taste.
I like the bitter things, tears and rage,
Fear and force and fire.
But you don't taste acrid like smoke
And I think I hate it.
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Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (3)
Ouch... that left me with a knot in my gut and feeling raw. I love the intensity and relatability of this SD!! My favourite lines were: I like the bitter things, tears and rage, Fear and force and fire.
Whoaaaa, this was so intense and raw. I freaking loved it!
Great