Gather the ammunition
From the wreckage of my life
Destroyed beyond all recognition
I only have this knife
A disaster my consolation prize
Walk the ruins shrink from society
So cold inside my spirit dies
In solitude and reverie
Its not my problem but my solution
A toxin is the blood in my veins
From feeling nothing its evolution
And things get better as it drains
Corrosive is every breath I take
Why can't I just make it stop
Falling apart I finally break
Drowning in this last teardrop
My Solution
About the aftermath, the fallout, when all is lost and you can never go back.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
