Poems

Thoughts continuously coursing through my skull,

Filling my veins,
And piercing my soul with the lies I choose to believe.
Bleeding any hope left from me.
Spilling in the empty cavern that has become my heart.
Evaporating through any accessible escape.
Raining down to enrich the soil.
Seeping down to the dead,
Who have no use for hope anymore.
It’d still be more effective six feet under,
Then five feet four inches above.
Being deceived by the lies,
Not realizing what I’m actually losing.
My mind is not my own.
My heart is long empty.
My limbs go through the motions.
I’m no longer human,
But I’m not yet dead.