Wandering Souls

After I slit my wrists I'd drown in my own blood everything sits there peacefully as one.

My mind stays it lingers it roams it lets me watch my body almost as if I'm a drone.

It's all silence except for moans the quiet groans of the kids forgotten the kids unknown.

Victims to self induced abuse coming through from you, you and you.

Pain is a desire, desire is a dream, a dream we'd hope to see, a dream we'd never wake up from, a dream to be, to become

Silenced by a gun her body then devoured by the Earth.

Suffocating her was her lively force a traitor to her happiness.

Canceling it out was strength against it defeating it.

Truthfully death should bring tears she should've been scared.

Instead released from the traitor she lingered, she roamed... she watched her body as if she were a drone.