Alex Angelov

Shadow Of Him - Poem by Alex Angelov

Keeping me cold, keeping me weak,
Making me shiver, I'm still on my feet -
shivering, bending, but keeping me up
Kill that with fire I'm don't need that cup
The grass that grows under is not there I'm a just a nut
I've fallen, not broken, I'm down on the ground
I've broken a stone and a stone and a stone and a core
And I'm burning but cold
And i care, but i don't
And i hate you
But the burning is good
And the falling was waking
And dreaming
But dreaming was not
An option cause
Sleeping is not what
I am, but coma isn't it too
What i am i hate that you bastard i know you are dying i don't care if you
die but the word is a vomit i do hate that thing you are and we are and what you do to her
and her relation to you is a thing to sever i want to make you forget
Make her forget
Make them forget
Make me forget
Forget about us
Die in our minds
And die in their brains
You're hurting my head
I'll be hurting your throat

Topic(s) of this poem: hatred, jealousy

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2016

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