Peeling skin
Feeling zen
Breathing in
Do it again
Soon will stop
All comes back
Ready to drop
Sharp as a tack
Dripping in red
Thoughts have been fed
Wishing dead
Nothing is said
Knowing is lost
Mind runs away
Forget the cost
What is “okay”
Life is blurry
In a hurry
Starting to worry
Filled with fury
Battling over
Things will change
Better when sober
Belief is strange
Going too far
Drunk on a bar
Seeing a star
Given a scar
Sensitive flesh
Broken heart
Melded with mesh
Calling it art
Painful cry
Ready to lie
Here to die
Let out a sigh
Blank name
No one exists
Not the same
Too many fists
Love isn't real
Unable to heal
Having no zeal
No appeal
Leaving it all
Scraping till clean
Willing to fall
Never be seen
Comments3
Great write
Awesome ink, great rhyming too, "knowing is lost and "broken heart melded with mesh calling it art" are great lines.
Crow
Thanks
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