Trauma

Um I only have one poem that I wrote on the computer.
I don't think I could make it into a song though.
It's too damn long and is abac not abab style.
It doesn't have a chorus or repeat either.
But here it is, it's called Godly.

Godly
Look at your skin of silk
Watch it cloak my thorns
Look at your soul of fire
Feel it come through your eyes

I love the way you love to burn
It complements your color
I love the way you love to yearn
To kill me without compassion

I smell the desperation
It smells like sweet dripping nectar.
I like the segregation
You can leave me without care

Give me all your fears
So that I can hold them in my heart
Give me your beauty as it appears
It would be something in which you take no part

Give me all your money
So that I can buy you when I want
Give me sweet blessed honey
The poison kills me quickly

I know you laugh at me more than crying
I interpret your actions better than people
I know that everything in this room is dying
And I know that you’re the host

So give me a taste of desperation
I want it to stay with the fear in my heart
So the honey will rot away my eyes
And throw sand on my fire.

Soon it won’t matter anymore
We’ll both be gone one day
Soon I won’t care anymore
The fear eats my fire away.

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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño