I tell myself, that I, am numb.
I lie for all I may become.Truth weighs me down like sugar,
Sickly sweet and aching.
And I'm drowning in the honey,
of the bitter life that I am making.In truth I am lonely,
A hollow shell.
Left to rot,
Inside this hell.It hurts so much,
I tell myself,
It doesn't hurt at all.
But in the night I wake,
Forever summoned by it's call.It's hollow,
It's aching,
My bones ,
Are breaking.My lungs cry out
My fingers shaking.I feel too much,
I don't feel at all,Is this the flight before the fall?
VOUS LISEZ
𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋
PoésieThis love was cast cruel, this love was not kind. But in all, she still loved him. For with him, love was blind. Poems for the damned. If I am to be hurt, then so must you. Copyright © TheFallOfArtemis