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