Tuesday, June 26, 2012

A Miserable Little Pile Of Secrets

You spent too much time chasing vampires

When you should have followed the red star

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction

Now your organs fall apart like a teenage love affair

I may not have been able to stop the collapse

But I could have at least pulled out the needles

That were placed in your cotton flesh all these years

You blame everyone for what you subject yourself to

Never accepting the underlying cause of your blackened skin

That's about the same shade as your heart is now