Torn tiny pieces
As I lift myself
From the cold unforgiving asphalt
I stare into the fleshy pulp
Strewn among the bloodstain splatters
Nothing seems real
I never should have let you go
The bitter sting
The wolves have taken you
Ripped you away
Why must our past never let go
Lying in bed
The world didn’t need to make sense
The only thing that matters
Is that your hand fits in mine
Listening to cheesy music
And staying up all night
Wishing the day would never come
I’m sick
This world
All of its ironic fate
Take everything from me
Don’t leave me like this
With this pain
Everything just blurs together
Shaking
The stars don’t shine anymore
Come back stars
Come back stars
Come back
Come back
Don’t do this
This cant be real
Fingers running through my hair
Fuck
Gently scratching
The 5 cm hair on my face
Holding back these tears from a world that can’t understand
Fuck this
Haunted by a final kiss and the worlds I never said
The final fall
Like the last oak leaf
That floats down
To a snowy bed
This can’t be the end
Fuck
I can’t let this be the end
I lay flowers on this grave
And simply walk away
Alone
As the icy wind
Chills my face
And the tips of my fingers
I lift myself
From this cold unforgiving asphalt
I stare into the fleshy pulp
Strewn among the bloodstain splatters
Nothing feels real
It didn’t that night
And it doesn’t now
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