Lying on my bed I feel the heavenly embrace of the wind
My knees to my chest
Sleep caressing my face
The anesthesia running down my veins
Making me numb to your touch
The palpitation of my heart's coming to a stand still
Your humid eyes and my damped bed
Drenched in my own blood and urine
Taking away every ounce of self-respect I have left
My love will you tell me am I not dead yet?
You stand there with teary eyes
There is so much I wanna say
I can't my love, maybe I am dead
If I am you need to know
You were wrong in making me your priority
Your world seems to collapse because it used to revolve around me
I swear on every second we spent together
If I knew how much I would hurt you
I wouldn't let you near
My love am I not dead yet?
-Hricha
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Abyss
PoetryParts of me Welcome to abyss, the depth of my mind. This is a collection of poems on feelings which go much beyond the single word used to describe them. Abyss is all about the darkness within. It's all about the things in the head of a seemingly n...
