i was just wandering blisslessly along a cemetary sidewalk
while fantasizing about the grim reaper and the parties he throws.
i'm afraid i slipped into an open grave.
silly me, silly me.
that'd probably explain my blueing skin
and the drooping bags under my eyes;
hollow cheeks and the crave for flesh.
why couldn't i have put myself in a comfier coffin, goddammit.
YOU ARE READING
the remains
Poetryspontaneous poetry written while overcoming some of life's many obstacles. ❝i cried tears you'll never see, so fuck you. you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be.❞ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.1 #125 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015
