Scary Eyes
I’m breathing not enough
to let this go.
I’m sighing with the strength
I do not possess.
I’m waking to this sky
of black and gold and scary eyes.
I’m shaking fiercely so that
I can barely type these words.
I’m writing clumsy nothings
to make this feeling known…
But you,
you jump on my brittle bones
that can not with stand the force.
But you,
you scrape my soul
of everything it was.
But you,
you are deciding my fate;
I am impatient for my death;
dear Lord, I can not wait.
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