I lie alone, mulling on ideas,
slipping in and out of consciousness
as if my very essence ebbs away.
My possibilities are also my fears,
tripping to hell on my way to heaven,
but I must bite the bullet and choose today.
I cry alone, choking on regret,
wishes perishing with a mad rush
as I swiftly stammer my excuses.
This is the lowest point in my life yet,
kisses feel like fireworks in the shadows
brightly burning away my short fuses.
They cover their face, hiding their shame,
with errors sensational
everyone has been burned
by the trust they had earned,
unintentional,
no one is to blame.
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