The mirrors on the wall
They've seen it all
The hurt and the fights
The long restless nights
They've seen hope and fear
They've seen death near
They've seen joy
In a hopeless boy
To them it isn't clear
The death that's near
What they don't see
Is the pain inside me
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
into the black hole I go
falling faster and faster
wanting the **** to end
but it's seems darkness is my only friend
the end is near they say
it gets closer and closer every day
all hoping it will come soon
yet fearing the inevitable doom
the black hole gets wider
deeper and deeper
I watch as the light goes farther away
swallowed by the darkness
yet, every once in a while
it comes back
giving hope
shining light through the black
but the light seems shy
as it runs away
i know it'll come back another day
but will it stay?
it's improbable it seems
the darkness seeps into my dreams
takes over the light
everywhere in my life
can I escape?
can I live on?
the darkness is constant now
only soon before I am gone
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
The house that was once new
Where feelings and emotions grew.
The house that was once warm,
Now cold, dark, and worn.
The world and its hate,
Caused the house to survive in this state.
Happiness has long gone away,
A new friend, sadness, is here to stay.
Windows broken, says the ceiling that leaks.
Dark and cold, says the floor that creaks.
Silent and vacant, except for desire.
Cold and empty, says the heatless fire.
Heartless and hungry is the beast within,
Say the walls, damp and thin.
Repeatedly jabbed, broken and torn,
Says the house that is cold, dark, and worn.
This, says the owner, is the reason why,
The house will eventually collapse and die.
Alive yet breathless, the house lives on, fighting to make it to the break of dawn.
The house is fragile, dark and cold,
Ageless and broken, young but old.
Something clear from the very start,
The dark and cold house is merely my heart.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC