The cost
poem by:
Jason Miller
Written
on Apr 29, 2016
Wisp in the air The rotting flesh From the open wound The bleeding abscess A shattered man But with all I've lost MY obsessive mind Screams fuck the cost To just make well This life lived sick Safe and warm By the needles stick I cried for help I don't know why But all this pains Gonna help me DIE And die i WILL!
Tags: sad, depressing, deep, pain, dark,
