Art is the desire for me to express myself, to record the actions of my personality to the world i live in.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Love is Murder
My Body lies limp on the flooor, with my eyes black from the tears youve made me cry. Im lifeless. The silence is only broken by the quiet breathes that i take, each one taking longer to come. I open my eyes, looking up at the ceiling, but they cant focus. Im drifting away. I picture you desperatley,. my last memory before these pills consume my entire body and heart jumps for the last time upon meeting your smile. When im near you, Your keep me breathing. But when i leave its like im being burnt to death, from the inside out, slow and painful. How is it you can be the reason i live when your the reason i die? You saved me but you killed me.
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