Contamination Blurred My EyesMature

Somewhere I am not
Drinking til I am blind
Because if I see I will die

I bring about my own pain
I whore myself
while the blood still dries on my arms

You want me to hurt myself some more

I am not beautiful so you feel perfect
I need something to block it all out

Contamination blurred my eyes
and I was corrupted

Laugh at me
Laugh at me

I wait and yet you still are somewhere I can never be
You are so great or so you say
Under the scarred skies while I contemplate
I tear another hatred you find it all funny
My body is weak and useless so you want nothing more

There’s no happiness I don’t care
You are what I am
Blood drops on flowers my gifts are decay

 

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