A poem, if one day you see it
This emotional destitute, fits me like a tight suit.
The gratifying asphyxiation, it strangles my sensations.
Coiling itself among my desperation, introducing my temptation.
Overhaul of my personality, I am a reality.
Sleep no longer, my pain is stronger.
The key releases my invincibility, happiness shouldn’t be based on mortality.
If only you perceived my shadow, a step into my inner hallow.
Do you not realize that without you, Not even eat I want to.
All these spirits, they just don’t hear it.
The faux pumper left in my insides, its seems to no longer beat it hides.
Even as they cease to exist, my dreams fade in the mist.
Those controls that possess, I have no alternative but to obsess.
Give me freedom to destroy my mind, After that its yours to find.
Just handle carefully, those holes can tear fully.
Maybe I’m selfish maybe I’m vane, but all I was trying to do was to keep you sane.
- raulrants
I KNOW I’M MESSED UP, WHEN I START WRITING POETRY.
Perhaps one of the strongest things I’ve ever written, odd that this still correlates to how I am. I guess my hair can grow out and my heart can expand but I’ll never grow out of who I am.
