i cannot think
i cannot speak
and you can ask me why
but my brain is at it's peak
i cannot breathe
i cannot see
and you can ask me why
but my silence comes along free
i cannot feel
i cannot smell
and you can ask me why
"dear, my heart has terribly fell"
i cannot hear
i cannot be
and you can ask me why
but i'll answer with my blade as my key
i cannot touch
and now my eyes are swollen
but you can ask me why
"because my will to live has been stolen"
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
across the violent outbreak;
bullets scream the secrets locked in my veins,
and the broken beats of a somber tune
wash along the pitiful, flooding lanes
of blood pouring from a scarred wrist;
the source of ink that's to be printing our names
because we are not alive, my dear,
simply passengers boarding the same train
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
i stare hopelessly
drown forcefully
and lose my thump
-ing heart that bumps
so blindly into walls
breaking with ease in the fall
of love
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
buzzing confusion
maddening delusions
the beats of a tool
in my chest is so often fooled
by blue eyes that glitter
and "i love you's" that are littered
across the hollow seas
that sink the ships beneath me
and my, oh my, sunflower love
i fell too deep above
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
Fuzzy confusion glitters across the air,
Breathless.
Questions littered across every dark corner,
Voiceless.
And as fingertips brush across frail skin,
A throaty croak escapes.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
The irony is amusing,
the despicable, mediocre show,
and I simply cannot resist,
the atrocity of its after-glow.
Encased within a clear glass,
its contents overflow with hate,
and as my soul descends deeper,
I plunge into an opposition of fate.
I ask you to drown me in your sorrows,
and make me come alive,
because I can only ever feel,
when death is right by my side.
Selfishness floats through my veins,
and though I do all of which may not please,
you must pay heed to my warning,
I carry out burdens and anger in peace.
Astounded by how we go into battle,
we do nothing but repeatedly invade,
we feed off of our greed and anger,
and plunge ourselves deeper into blood spills and crusades.
We're urged by our bitter loneliness,
and force our simple consultations,
swirling obliviously and unaware,
of when we'd shackled others through controlled manipulation.
And just as a boomerang snaps back,
our black souls await the penalty,
they say what goes will once come,
but we continue to shoot bullets so relentlessly.
And as we explore the hallways in our ruthless minds,
venture through the deepest depths of our soul,
we will continue to haunt the ones left breathing,
leaving behind no trace of good or gold.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC