incoherent

burn it slow

for me

you wonder why i run away

i'm denying everything inside

sooner or later these chains will diminish

i promise

and what happened that made me the way i was

the way i still am

i can still sense the dark creeping into me

although i've learned how to stop it

i don't know

there is nothing that i can explain

nothing is wrong

i want to damage myself

for things i've done

i wish you could know me like

tomorrow won't reach us

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oh_so_odd's picture

i love it. beautiful and like josh said...kind of sad.

Josh Glasgow's picture

Sad, but beautiful. You could write anything and make it beautiful. You could re-write Ed Wood's PLAN 9 FROM OUTER SPACE and make it beautiful. This is a sad poem, but you're an excellent writer.