I Wish Poem by Unic Cjonr

Losing what is left of myself.

I turned right.

Before the end of the dead.

In the tomb of silent whispers.

I am wrapped, but I am emotionally plastic.

Caught in the web.

I do not have to die to lie.

Queened by deceit.

I love to deceive.

Honestly, I abide by the truth.

Pain is my star in the skies of sorrow.

There are many, shining blood red.

Sparkling with the moon, grey dust dead.

Writing my letter, I feel less better.

I stare at my wrists, I am bleeding.

Remorse was never felt.

My will to die is filled by tears.

But my eyes are dunes of sand, dead dry.

I hate hours which strikes into years.

Caged by my age, I never turned a page.

The book was written.

The spider is my addiction.

I have willingly been bitten.

I do not sorry the worry.

Please, in my world, is a different breed.

So is what was panted.

My seeds are the thorns.

Breathless by the fall, I hear her call.

I do not hide which was never supposed to be hidden.

Blamed by the flame.

I am the fire.

Burning with my scars.

Engraved by death.

My wounds are stitched.

I breathe.

I wish.

Alone to the bone.

My will do not do the ill.

To be saved.

Not even if forever.

Which is a wild never.

Is a cure.