Posted in Poems

Zero

Don’t tell me I should live
Until you have a reason
Don’t save this worn down skin
Until you’ve seen the demon
Don’t look within my inwards
Until you’ve read the warning
It’s written in tears of blood
From a time of unseen mourning
Don’t ask those simple questions
Those ones that I detest
For it is the simple questions
That makes a heart possessed
Discontinue your reading
Of the poem you now recite
For this poem will self-destruct
Just as your means of sight

Author:

I'm a writer, filmmaker, and Human. I think...

Feel Free To Make A Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s