my skin's gone pasty white,
missing that healthy glow.
and my eyes, oh my eyes, are black as night
to stare into your soul.
stitches line my arms and legs
like a monster pieced back together, over and over,
even when i beg
for it all to stop before there's no leftovers.
but what hurts the most is my heart, you see,
the constant ache
reminding me that freedom is a luxury.
how can such a thing exist when every move i make
is dictated by the little red pin
controlled by that snake?
YOU ARE READING
Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
