Every time i look at you my face goes pail,
every time i talk to you my mouth always fails...
How could i let myself be erased?
look at me and i am at a totally different place...
My hear is dark, beating with no motion of desire.
My words are sharp, burning like hells fire...
Embrace myself in the space of my own,
Comforting myself to what I own...
Man im tryin to stay strong as these days go on...
this poem is dedicated to my brother JONATHAN...
What were you thinking?
Did you think...
A poem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA...
A poem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA...
A poem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA...
How I could die
Not by pie...
Gone again
Just like you did back then...
The itsy bitsy razor blade
Slices my wrist again...