monday, 10:52pm
a boy in a red shirt was found dead
next to him a piece of paper
and a pen.
so i do really smell like death
it runs through my veins
affecting everybody close to me
it's like a virus
tears rush on my cheeks
just like a river
i am cursed
i do have a reason to be
to be the reason
of people's deaths
this is who i am
do you know
this guy?, my dad asked
i only nodded
he was to me like gravity force
horns so evil and voice so hoarse
filled my heart with terror
and my soul with warmth
YOU ARE READING
artbook
Poetry// it's not something as mere as smelling colors and tasting letters, it's something like painting fish in the middle of the sky and drawing dragons in the middle of town. something like having the world as your artbook. \\
