A morbid poem I wrote

[TheLastGreySky]

I feel like this doesn't belong in recovery or off topic because it's sort of my reason why note
Should I decide to kick the bucket anytime soon.
It's called Comorbid Growing Pains.


Echoes of eternity
Your voice screaming
I can still feel your touch...
This phantom pain
Wears me down just too much
Graves of guilt collecting dust,
And a grave six feet deep
Isn't low enough for me
To rott

I fell through the basement
When I thought I hit rock bottom
But here I am 66 layers deep
And you're still here with me
Inside of my head
You're still my everything
In the grave of the fireflies
True love dies
Or maybe it's me

And these comorbid growing pains
Will be the end of me
Owed to the agony
Sealed with a kiss Mercury
You're burning me
And pulling me inside out
As the cycle repeats
Nothing means sense anymore
But you're still here inside of me
Maybe even more than me
Maybe even something more than real

Is there anything that I want to keep in me;
With this one chance to speak?
Maybe I'll see you swimming naked in the afterbirth,
in a primordial reunion
But I'll love you till the end of time

Even little angels meet death
At The bitter end,
Even purity is pulled apart.
Years have gone,
And you still have my heart
In the vise of your teeth.

This new flesh,
Her silhouette isn't yours,
And his shadow in place of mine
kills me
And all these drugs I take don't heal me
I pray to God they fucking kill me sometimes.
You said you wanted reality?
Rose red and white wounds,
Bloom like flowers upon my tomb
As the rose withers,
I hope you bloom.

 

[logi3535]

i really enjoy poems, this one is morbidly beautiful

 

[offtotheraces]

Wow! This poem is so beautifully written.. you are very talented OP

 

[Life'sA6itch]

it's very good, turn it into a song!

 

[Imprisoned]

I really enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing it with us