PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

What art have I?

Just words

and things I've said before

in the absence of feeling

in the shadow of a former muse

Rehash the same ideas

Make it a good one this time

I realize

There's a thousand poets

a thousand rhymes

a thousand cries to Heaven

never heard

But I'll just take this pill

and then I'm destined for great things

God, don't you see we're dying for a cure

synthetic bliss

antidote to emptiness

these needles stuck in our veins

and now I've got a heart

that never bleeds

and a downward spiral full of

everyone else's shit

Beauty's just a thing of the past

and what's survived

will never last

So sit back, relax

and watch the love

that fought so hard

give up its final breath

to the only angel left in Heaven

who merely sends its ghost

to Hell

and we have to hurt ourselves

to see if we still bleed

But it never hurts enough

It never bleeds enough

It never kills enough

to set us free