I’m on an emotional hangover. Drinking a drug downing ointment From the chew-tipped straw of my depression. A seemingly unending epilogue to the finished piece; Departed joy Now obstructed sleep. Dream mechanics piecing me apart Insecurity by insecurity Caving in, the already crumbling grave Of my world-weary limbs. Diffuse the defenses of my pale spirit With a word. I felt my pulse and took it as your own demise, “Dead” I said disappointingly. The eyes of the corpse still glazed With the memories of her past Her lips kissed by coal, Black smeared smirk. ------- if its vague, i dont want to hear it.
great but I don't like "I'm on an emotional hangover" or the "of my" before "world-weary limbs" because they weigh the poem down... otherwise awesome
nice..I'm horrible when it comes to commenting and giving reasons for liking things..but i do like this one... keep on writing luv, Cassi