i want every body in coffins,
i want a bomb to explode them, split them in half. i want a giant thorn to cut the world.
i want to feel your insides.
can't you see past my flesh and bones?
underneath there is so much free flowing blood and language,
language that flows up, against the streams.
well, maybe i am a maniac,
but at least i can stand tall as buildings,
and still feel like i belong,
i can look down on all your bodies in coffins,
and still sleep so soundly at night.
2 comments:
This poem spoke to me, because I feel the same way.
i'm glad you like it.
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