Trapped

You never take me seriously
I should have made an attempt sooner
Hanging by a razorblade, balanced in your hands
I’m nourished by your isolation

You’re oh so curious,
it lies dormant in your lust
I’m not so different
but I’m overcome with repressed insignificance

I’m Trapped
I’m trapped
I’m trapped
there’s only decay on the horizon

You are never desperate
even when our fixtures have broken
like our bodies, we can repair
but we’ll just abuse ourselves again

 Kill white butterflies with me
they are so much pure than I
my arms are ravaged by you
but I’ve done much worse to you

I’m Trapped
I’m trapped
I’m trapped
there’s only decay on the horizon

Just block out the sun
I want everyone to be
on the same level as me
Just block out the sun
I want to try
and find the perfect way to die

The End

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