hopeless integrity
swallowed by memories
giving to plague and lets
feed on the flesh of a proper society
blocking my sanity
letting my mind run free
giving to drought and
fix our heads towards the sky so thirsty
tortured by lyrical speechless anomalies
finding it hard to get into the nothingness
choosing to flee but you cant leave yourself
what if I’m more of a problem then anything
fix me
cause I think I am broken
fix me
sooth my lungs cause I am choking
connecting is possibly
the hardest thing
when you cant even attach
the vortex inside of me
made up of strings
in a cold open thought stream
collapsing and floating in
in another of the schemes
tidal waves crashing inside of my skull and
I fear the someday the water will consume me
drifting in and out of a shore more compulsive
holding back on ever coming back
fix me
cause I think I am broken
fix me
sooth my lungs cause I’m choking
breathing in the bad air
that my own body makes
purposely suffocating me
with every intake
so fix me
fix me
if you can
I’m probably to far gone
fix me, fix me
cause I think I am broken
fix me, fix me
sooth my lungs cause I’m choking
fix me fix me
fix me, I’m already dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem