writings → choke
Those things hidden inside you
So deep you’re unable to unveil them,
Reveal them for fears to be misunderstood
Betrayed and stabbed with the trust that took so long
To establish and keep
Under react, pretend not to face to brutal facts
Ignore any possible warnings
For it is just a question of warming
That cold piece of meat that once was called a heart
Pumping blood into me won’t save you
Choking my pores with your lies won’t do
Especially when words and hands are not agreeing
On the way of talking
It might sound sweet to your culprit
But deep down, your demon laughs with their lack of spirit
What about me? I doubt there is something about me?
I’m just the tip
Of a much more
Bigger scheme
Beg not to shine
Nor can I be uncovered
For I am… just a fuckin’ crime.
Tags: poetry