OD GratitudeMature

Cold earth clings to my skin
maybe I should take one more hit
My veins turn jet black
she said I would feel better

I should have died long before this
death is just one cascade away
My heart turns jet black
what have you done to me?

I crawl to the surface
I claw myself without losing face
in this desolate place
If you force my overdose I’ll be so grateful

Another bed, another liaison in turmoil
she is just an excuse to kill time
I need my lover, I need something
to take the pain away

I should have committed suicide
but purgatory is devoid of rest
My eyes turn jet black
dried blood stains my sleeve

I crawl to the surface
I claw myself without losing face
in this desolate place
If you force my overdose I’ll be so grateful

You have no idea
how much I want to die
You have no idea
I can’t break down and cry

You probably think I am joking

I crawl to the surface
I claw myself without losing face
in this desolate place
If you force my overdose I’ll be so grateful

The End

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