Untitled 9 - Poem by Ryan ...
Breathing in and breathing out
I can see the ghosts of angels.
swirling around breaths, make
My head soft, leaned back, my hands are tied.
Im standing here dejected, in a pool of love and distaste.
and the fragrance of something you seem to breathe.
I scream Questions, why? , words form meteors
Days slip by and nights I taste
These larvas worm wicked memories,
start a course straight through my veins
tainted me with one last smiled incision
These words, cant save me
This suffocation, takes hold of me
I wanted to believe in all of this
I wanted to believe in you
All I am, all I have
Leads me down these roads again
Take my hand, show me the way
Never bring me back here
These are my unanswered prayers
The time has come for me to say goodbye
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