KahlaWolf - Hobbyist, Digital Artist | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Literature

Shivering Corpse Poem

Your eyes are bloodshot, From crying your little intoxicated heart out, Shivering from the pain, You bleed silver daggers, That you use to inflict cuts and bruises, On your dry bones, So that you could point fingers, To the angels, Who shine so much light in your life, But your eyes are stitched shut, Fingertips full of substance, Sleeping in cardboard boxes, The rats huddle next to you, And you’ve learned, To get used to it, The stench lingers, It’s become your home, You’re very own place of comfort, You take each step with pride, When people observe, But when you’re alone, Your spine splits into the openness of your