Only Words Will Remain
8/19/12
Falling in a shrine of words
My mind is blackened in the void
My appetite is curbed
By the ripping of flesh and blood
Why do I want to die?
I wish I can climb out of this rut of destruction
Out of this cage of singing doubt
What has happened to the simple?
Why is there no bottom to this fall?
There is no way you can catch me and survive
He wanted me alive
To feel the claws up inside
Blood gushing
All I wanted was to hide
But there was nowhere to go
But down
Nothing to be lifted but a frown
Take me instead
Don’t make me watch
They’ve done nothing wrong
Let them go
I want to die
Is that why you insist on keeping me alive?
In that case I must beg you to spare my life
Cutting into me with a knife
You want to see my insides turn
You want to see my glistening eyes
As they burn
You want me to smell the scent forever
But I won’t. . .
Only words will remain
Me?
NEVER
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012
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