Poem
Monica
My heart eternaly burned
My eyes A Shining black
My soul forever dead
My love is twisted
My mind is the thought of corruption
I am the essence of my pain
Reeking from my skin is the scent of a razor
It slits its own path through my body
I’d love to tell you how I feel
But I’m not into suicide
So I’ll sit alone
and wait
I’l wait for you to kill Yourself first
and then I’ll ask you nicely To take me with you
My trust is the bridge I stand on
And you are the bed of rocks
I’m very tired of this game called "life"
can I sleep with you
My heart eternaly burned
My eyes A Shining black
My soul forever dead
My love is twisted
My mind is the thought of corruption
I am the essence of my pain
Reeking from my skin is the scent of a razor
It slits its own path through my body
I’d love to tell you how I feel
But I’m not into suicide
So I’ll sit alone
and wait
I’l wait for you to kill Yourself first
and then I’ll ask you nicely To take me with you
My trust is the bridge I stand on
And you are the bed of rocks
I’m very tired of this game called "life"
can I sleep with you