Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Word vomit

I am a ghost 
A Shell on wheels 
I walk through walls 
my heart is steel 
I feel no pity for you 
my dear 
and there is no place for me 
not here 
I move in circles
I am the headlight 
not the deer 
I can't see the stars 
all I see is black 
at night 
A tunnel with no light 
I pace in fear 
a grave dug just for me 
it's a trust game 
just turn around and fall back
I can't be that woman
I am this 
not that

Written 2016

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