Poetry

I'm a Corpse, Running in the Night

I’m a corpse, running in the night. My best friend is the demon that’s Tearing me apart, I got nothing.

I'm a Corpse, Running in the Night

I’m a corpse, running in the night.
My best friend is the demon that’s
Tearing me apart, I got nothing.

No strength, left to fight so I give in
To the feeling of horses galloping through
My veins, I used to have

Convictions, but I am not the same
I said I’d never shove a rig, up beneath my skin,
But like an oil pipeline, that product is rushin’ in,

I’m in love with the feeling of having no feeling,
So I’ll cook up that syrup, barbs on my last needle,
But I will make it work, it hurts as if tears through,

But it’s not of my concern, cus’ I gotta get that in,
Yeah I got long sleeves, to hide the bruises from all my uses
50 units of sin is a win in, I could tell you but
I don’t know where to begin, don’t know how it

Started but I know where it ends, in a gutter only
Superficial friends. Whole lot of paid, but I will soon
Forget, nothing will remain once I get inside my head,
We talk about the life, but we’re all already dead.

Nodding like I’m sleeping but I don’t need a bet, a chair or
A park bench, loss of consciousness.
It’s an angel in a vial, not even worth my while

I don’t laugh, I don’t smile, I’m a facsimile
Of what I used to be,
Of who I really was,

I just trudge, through every day, everything
Melds together, every second seems the same
I don’t know, what the Fuck is
MY NAME???


Tyler Alexander is currently a student at Clovis Community College in Clovis, NM. He lives in Melrose, NM. He is a 22-year-old potential poet. He enjoys music, video games, long drives, and food.


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