Cottoned. 06.
06
here lies a number close to my heart
DO NOT REPOST MY ART/POEM
'Mush'
poetry accompanied by art
01
demons in my head
and in my lungs
and in my heart
wish that i could numb these invisible bruises
and i can't understand
why living has to be this hard
it already feels like i've taken a life that isn't mine.
02
life, is it
still-darkness
or flashes of monochrome
burning in flames that only bursts from inside
nightmares and reality
all seem as one
i still don't comprehend why living requires
too many things all at once
03
my inners feel like tar
and my outer feels tarnished
am i just an empty pot
holding nothing but faux seeds
04
do people look like they carry knives behind their backs
or am i the one who places the knives
behind their souls
trying to resonate with the mundane emotions they might be feeling
besides the piercing pain
will they make me feel
whole
DO NOT REPOST MY ART/POEM
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