deepundergroundpoetry.com

Nightmares Are Made Of These

Rip away my nails and cut away my lips so I may never again type my feelings or express my sorrow.

My teeth fall away but I feel no pain as you carve "psalm 14:1"  into my skin.

Why am I in jail if I only said what I felt?

Weird fucking dream...
Written by LizB
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 0
comments 0 reads 811
Commenting Preference: 
The author has chosen not to accept comments.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:09am by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:58am by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:16pm by ajay
POETRY
Yesterday 9:32pm by James_A_Knight
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 8:11pm by Mstrmnd1923
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 7:04pm by Wafflenose