Cherish

Out under the surface of self loathing
I try to relax as I perish emotionally
I won't die from wishing for a new life
but I'm still wandering, waiting to burn...

Out under the surface of self loathing
I dream of beauty that's too far from me
I'm so cold but I dare not wish for embrace
because I do not want to be reminded
of what it is to be alone

Beneath my own perception
I am crushed by what I see
I wish I could live without worry
but such a reality is impossible for me

I cannot cherish what desecrates me
I'm dragged under the mechanical disease
that has no understanding
of what it is like to bleed

The End

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