Stiff limbs, mind worn in, are all you have to show for this life you've lived so far.
Dried tears stain your pale cheeks, chapped lips open while forgotten words float inside your head.
Broken fingers from all the times you've crossed them and an empty cage that no longer holds your heart.
Did you give it away never to receive one in return or did yours shrivel away?
Answer:
Are you letting your past get in the way of your future?
Answer:
Are you satisfied with the life you've been leading so far?
Answer:
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
