Thursday, August 8, 2013

Dying Daily

Lying in a bed of broken glass
All my light has seeped out
Does it matter anymore
Your silence has beat me to ashes
Words that have left me riddled with bullet holes
And my voice, crushed garlic
I kidnapped you staring at me the other day,
but those eyes were not warm eyes, so much unlove
in them
So here I lie in a tomb of broken glass
Surrendered here I rest
Hands empty of giving, mouth devoid of words,
heart drained of love
Take your sadness and take your anger (the only
things you've ever given me)
and let me rest in peace