Inhale. New view. Speeding, rolling,
who cares. Entering oblivion, unknown
destinations. Violated by wandering
eyes. Warm water surrounds me and
...
My poems tend to show what I am feeling or what I have been through I am a very open person through my writing. I mainly write with the intent to get things off my chest and out of my mind. 'We only breathe for so long.')
Paint Me Bleak
Inhale. New view. Speeding, rolling,
who cares. Entering oblivion, unknown
destinations. Violated by wandering
eyes. Warm water surrounds me and
vodka burns my throat. Voices coming
from every direction, short giggle,
heads in a haze, tingling. Tight hands
gripping my body. My head, my heart,
my body revolts, nothing moves.
Silent tears slip down my face.
Breaking away, i let the hot
water envelop my body and darkness
becomes my only view.