Poetically Driven

Haunted By The World

And so I bang my head against the walls,

Pound my fists against the plastic table,

Cry to the moon,

Stare at the broken hearted sky,

Bleed out water from my lungs,

Shed tears down my face,

Watch as the world mocks me,

Softly whispering,

"You aren't going anywhere",

And the moon,

So high,

Laughing,

Pointing it's ash white lengthy fingers at me,

I'm holding my stomach,

The burn taking me,

The ice freezing me,

I bang,

Pound,

Cry,

Stare,

Bleed the fuck out,

I'm crying like hell,

Ignoring the harsh words,

I am dying,

And the world is crushing me,

Gasping for air,

Bleeding from my lungs.

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but you gotta eat the booty like groceries *~* 

~Robin.