he can smell traces of roadkill
in my usual perfume.
he can tell that I fit the bill
when I'm huffing
formaldehyde fumes.
love is out to get me,
but death will always win,
when I lay there dying,
I'll be counting all my sins.
I am splitting at my seams
and my eye falls out
and my heart, it bleeds.
I keep crawling towards the light,
but there's no heaven near,
only neon signs.
all alone in a bed of earth,
next to no one,
in a blanket of worms.
how do you determine
who's lovely and who's not?
you still think about her,
but at least I'm not a thot.
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Author:
๐ฑ๐ช๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ (
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- Comment from author about the poem: some lyrics I wrote. working on the second verse, then I plan to upload it to bandcamp.
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Comments3
A spooky write for Halloween and a bit of a love bite. Well done
thank you very much
You are welcome
Brilliant read
Can almost hear a tune
Dark gothic with a killer title that got me to take a look
Delighted to discover your writing
thank you
These lyrics have such a haunting pulse...Iโd love to hear how they sound recorded. Do you upload under the name โHayleigh,โ or is there another handle you use on Bandcamp (or elsewhere)? Would really like to check out your music if itโs up anywhere. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ I'm on BandCamp under TragicLife and would love to give you a follow. ๐
thank you. I have my profile up on bandcamp but have yet to upload the song as I still need to write the second verse and get a software that'll make audio lossless. I'll be sure to follow you, and thanks again
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