Blood blurs my eyes
My skin falls off
I'm already dead
I can't fix this
I lay down
One with earth
Can't move
Standing on me
Imagined it this way
I accept
I don't fight
I'm already dead
I haven't read anything from you in some time. Maybe I've just been missing them. Very deep piece you have here. With my penchant for dark poetry,
this one lurks right down my alley.
Thanks for commenting friends.
I wrote this piece ... May 14, 2013. Wow that was sure awhile ago. I just never shared it. I changed the words a bit yesterday as well.
Dark thoughts follow me but I haven't been putting pen to paper ... I will soon I'm sure.