The words you say
cut across my skin
and draw my very blood.
Can you see it flow
across the room?
Once you talked to
me of love now all
you ever talk about is
gloom and how you want
it all to end.
I have news for you
my lover, my soul
became numb long ago.
I'm living but I'm dead.
I will not feel a thing
if you decide to go.
Wrapped in a straightjacket
given as a gift I
find some comfort and
some warmth from cold reality.
Reality is just too
fucking real sometimes.
I watch you smoke a cigarette
telling me a story I'll
soon forget, if I ever
heard you say a thing
at all. You smile
at me now I feel as cold as ice.
This used to be a paradise.
Now I'm trapped in a living hell
but somehow I find amusement.
I've found myself here before.
Feels alot like deja vu
to me. I have some news
for you my lover. My
soul became numb long ago.
I'm living but I'm dead.
I will not feel a thing
if you decide to go.
nothing
at
all
will be felt
if you decide to go.
Leave softly.
Leave softly.

good poem as always

jimi you paint pictures of emotions and expressions with your words.