The hull Is his skull Damaged and cracked Childhood Fractured Teenage bliss Bashed Existence rocks smashed His cradled youth brain
By Michael Brandon Marchese3 years ago in Poets
Break me down to battered bones Then stake me through my shattered heart No wounds you could inflict are worse Than ways I've torn myself apart
Midnight approaches Tick tick tock Won't someone stop The Doomsday Clock From striking oil Drilling rock Thirsting soil
I write still to show The flaws I've corrected Before I must go Here's some I've perfected I'm breakable bones My weakness is real
You don't really want me Or know what I am I'm more of a monster Than I am a man To learn what I've done In the past, a nightmare
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray no lord my soul to keep There is no force of which could reap The nothing teeming in the deep
I need you to know The demons I'm fighting Before I must go I'll share them in writing I'm made of regrets And mundane subsistence