Tomb

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Tomb


I've got this black cross choker around my neck

Not knowing what to do or fearing what is next

If I had no choices I'd still run away from all of you

Being stuck in this misery I'm drowning in super glue

To scream on the inside doesn't even explain half of it

Shards of decay cover everything im suffocating from this bullshit

I would spit out the vile to stop death's voice

But to breathe this existence is honestly my choice

Its a sad lonely world when you feel all alone

Tired of nurturing embraces I wish I could turn to stone

You was the glue that bound my world together

But now I would do anything to drift away like a feather

Time lapses and my choices disappear in this eternity

And from what I've learned no one cares about my humanity

Searching this chamber with only a match and no flame

People ask me if I'm ok but I'm just not the same

I'm going to go the distance to get away as soon as I'm able

To flee and get out before the dice hit the table

To move away from this train before it crashes

My soul is beaten down from all the ashes

Each shot you throw shatters the beauty inside this room

But if I stay frozen in this world

Well I guess.....

That is my tomb


A.D. Small

September 1, 2017

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