The Best Day of My Life

I dreamt of the cancerous heart
I felt break as you dug my grave
Such a wonderful night to commit suicide
life becomes harder as the doubt poisons

I am alive through no fault of my own
we were all just accidents waiting for remorse
We may be lambs to the slaughter
but we relish how we feel when we feel nothing at all

This has to be the best day of my life

I dreamt of bodies kept in oil
and torn apart by rusted chains
If only pain would cease to be
I’d die a happy man

This has to be the best day of my life

Nothing hurts more as the mind collapses
I see shadows; a mere flicker of the people I knew
That have come and gone
that have used me and left my body to waste away

I dreamt of the cancerous heart
my flesh turned an unholy grey
I felt kisses, I felt kisses
but its just pornography
That damnation of sexuality

This has to be the best day of my life

The End

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