The hell for heartaches

by Jamie   Aug 9, 2006


Could you save me from myself?
Take me away down to your hell
Where they crave your washed out heart
In killing me each enjoys their part

But they don't know you don't tell them
That a love is losing her touch
Pale skin fading as I'm falling
This pain still hurts just as much

As it used to always breaking
Lines scatter across my face
My body mutates and it pains me
Trapped alive in your death embrace

Dislocated, I'm not pretty
Deformed you make me wicked
Take your love and you claw it away
In hell it does no good to pray

The blood work endless
And farther away from the shape
Of a heart that's withered and rusty
Useless so dusty no point to escape

The end of fall to endless blood
A pool of death I remain undead
My skills at suffering are impressive
This race against time I remain ahead

So we hit shore the bones I see
Can not compare to the hate in me
The humid air the bleak red sky
Will you come at me? I won't die

But this knife in my back
Starts to bother my will
I stumble and crawl
For I know the drill

Got this down call it talent
Vibrence lost its touch so long ago
I want under your skin let me
Touch you feel you, I have to be
Inside you

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