We spend a lifetime
Recovering from the childhoods
Ingrained into the mazes of our consciousness
Maybe we should think less
Covering craters in the corners of our memories
Targeting all the wrong enemies
Pause, Take a moment
To fall into the holes you tip-toed around
Fall with purpose, fall with sound
Confront the things that chase you
That you don't understand but lace you
Search it all and then some
Understand where each thought derives from
And need what you keep
Or keep what you need
Because in the end
It's your own soul that you feed
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
A rush of blood to the head
The excitement of dread
Why
Do we yearn for the reasons we bled?
To be free from reality
Can't see your mortality
It's no surprise
The devil loves hospitality
Nobody watches him slide through the door
You give him everything yet he somehow wants more
Let him tear up the carpet
The curtains
The floor
That was the last time
Every time
You swore
k.d.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC