I am a seventeen year old girl from the United States just trying to make my way through life.
I draw, write poetry, and sing. I am striving to improve my skills, so feedback and advice in general is appreciated!
'by and by the bird bones sing' by zwecat
underneath my flower bed
"you don't have to be so mean,"
said the severed head.
its words brought me no true pleasure
kicked it further, for good measure
kicked until its floppy brain could no longer bear to think
kick it down the alley and under my kitchen sink
"we have no need for severed heads,"
"or skeletons, or ghosts"
but the demons snickering underneath my bed
are who I fear the most
sold my soul out, watched it float
hey there baby, you need a smoke?
do you got a light for me?
are you sure that you still hear me breathe?
stick to your shots, I whispered
I only smoke pipe dreams
The air will only keep on getting thinner,
and that's alright with me.