empty wasn't a feeling to me
it felt like the knife was dull
bleeding over my hope
my bones were only so fragile
they competed for my kiss
to lure in my heart
raping my soul to make dues
i will never be left alone
god held his tongue, make it bleed
he knew what he made
my nazi lampshade heart attack
cut out my palpitating veins
speak in tongues my delilah
vagrant melting my martyrdom
twin skeletons with vices and victims
move in silent moons
ghosts haunt my every fiber
reliant in their hatred
their blood is on my skin
come from the dark within
i wish i could be alone
with only my thoughts, mine
please oh god let me go
the life is so long gone
oh mother it is my war
atomic bomb thoughts like genocide
don't cry for me my eva
leave your sweet perfume
i feel the soil over my head
already in my eternal tomb
soon will i be alone
in the neon gravestones
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
