Disease

[blue_poet]

 tie me to the rack
diseased, broken, 
and it's only the memory that sustains
me in my destitution
last words hang on my tongue

in my eyes...
that coat, the eyes
the smile that wrenches my heart
all these years later

your skin was soft
so soft 
so soft
Your eyes had hope then

sunday
all you wished
may come true
and it brings me 
only pain
wretched pain to know
that you aren't here to see it.

fuck the game