23th Of Just Another Ending Month Poem by Ljiljana Leka

they gave me these med's
pretty serious stuff
to control my head
to kill the heart

now inside this butchered animal
through the rot and disgust
i c the world, paralyzed

only the thought of you
can relieve me to death
kill this inside that binds me to flesh

so i dream and i cut
every thought a drop of blood
in every new warm pool
a reflection of you

in such delight
with a warm heart
you are killing me slowly

till there is nothing left inside me
to call lonely