Parts of Me.

[rewiiired]

Parts of Me.
You turn away.
I feel the same as I did yesterday.
Sick to the head over what I bled,
and unable to kill this away.
I rot away in here,
my reservoir of plaguing fears
that I cradle like a baby in space, singing,
“It’s okay, its just a dream.”
I take it in.
I love it again.
I must see my true face.
It’s killing you.
It’s killing me, too,
but we cannot escape this fate.
I take it in.
I hate it again.
I must have this erased.
Can’t you tell
as I bear this hell
that death is just a transitory state?
It was hungry, okay?
So I kept it fed as I buried it away.
It was the bag of blackness I drug behind me
as I walked around the days.
I feel it now and see
what a delicious taste, this insanity.
It’s always been around, just locked up
deep down in the basement within me.
Now it’s out and free.
It’s a part of me that I need to bleed.
so face your fears and take my hand,
as I bring out the truer, integrated me.
I let me out.
I love me again.
I must see and be myself.
It’s killing you.
It once killed me, too,
but you cannot escape my free will.
I take you in.
I love you again.
I must have just a taste.
Don’t you know
as you feel me now
that death is just a transitory state?

 

[iLoveYouWithaKnife]

I take it in.
I love it again.
I must see my true face.
It’s killing you.
It’s killing me, too,
but we cannot escape this fate.
I take it in.
I hate it again.
I must have this erased.
i enjoy more and more of your writing each day.

 

[cosmo santos]

beautiful