not good enough 2 be literature but idk what else 2 tag it as

Old poem I wrote 

Around us - Sky scrapers, 

Their spines towering, 

Around me - crumpled masses, 

Ink bleeds through skin wrapping: 

Charred bones, 

Blackened sinew, 

They breathe their demise into my face, 

What's ahead of me is hazy, 

But I know what I smell on their breaths, S

pines fragment and kiss the ground; 

We lick death off the floor together.

i need to write longer poems for music (taking music at school and have 2 compose) but having writers block

hopefully will get over that soon

idk guys

also burnt the roof of my mouth eating lunch w friends and it hurts awww shucks