Throw stones at porcelain bones,
Hear my pleas, on my knees
Scratching frozen nails down icy tiles
Blood on lips, metallic drips of copper love
Adrenaline dreams and veil-like films of
Hatred, secrets... hang in the atmosphere,
As burning words, sink and sear into
Flesh so weak in such an evident way,
Hanging on bones which are rotting away.
Can you see the pain which swims in my skull?
Which shoots down my spine with nerves like vines
Which tie me in knots over ephedrine shots
To make me like you. Just. Like. You.
Let me live, let me breathe.
I need you, but I hate you.
I wish I didn't depend on you.
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Wow. I really thought this was going to be some dark poem, but with your last lines in this, I can understand all the bottled up statements above. Makes sense. Well written and interesting metaphors.
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Keep expressing through writing.
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