Alexandria Jones December 8th, 2020 - Flipbook - Page 4
One day your body fell ill, as sick as your
broken mind
But this time there was no return.
You had the chance to get better
In the way I now do too,
But the skin and bones that you’ve
already obtained
Sunk more into yourself
And there’s no one to blame,
Not me, not you and no physical love of yours.
If giving you everything my body’s got was a
possibility,
I would but I can’t and I couldn’t.
Now your demon fueled mind is finally at rest,
Your skin and flesh now a loose gray powder is
what’s left.
Gone in a flash is what seems to be.
