Tick-tock, tick-tock
The clock is ticking
Time is running out.
I stand here with a black robe and a scythe
Watching her battling her own demons
Crying but not shedding a tear
As I await to feed on another soul
She awaits to seek comfort in my arms.
There she stands
With arms wide open to embrace me
With a stool underneath her feet
And a rope around her neck
Agh...the cliched way of quitting
Disappointing me as there was no surprise.
The nooze...
Not so choking as her parent's expectations
Or those comments she got for those extra pounds
Not so suffocating as his kiss had left her
Or that bottle of beer and pack of cigarettes
That felt too strangling to let go of
I stand here watching her
Covered in wounds she did to herself
Seemed like her body was her canvas
Every scar, wound, bruise and cut
Had a story of it's own to narrate.
I see her struggling against her own mind
Crumbling down with each thought
I see it all in her dark deep eyes
Deep yet everything seemed eerily hollow
Those eyes showed no sign of regret
Not a hint of reluctance.
No! she wasn't weak, just tired...
And so I ask
How far do you think she's willing to go
I had my answer
As she kicked the stool and also her life
Pushing away the last bit of hope
The rope around her neck grew tighter
Her lips curled slightly
Into a hauntingly charming smile
Life flashed in front of her eyes
As she thought she could escape it all..
Tick- tock tic-hush!!....
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 2:47 PM UTC
Placed beside you
Or did I hypnotically walk to you
Was it a game of fate and destiny
Or was I simply charmed by your spell
Was I meant to be here
Or did I want to be here
All I can decipher right now is that,
I lie here and you beside me.
At such close proximity
Feeling you at every edge
Like two pieces of a puzzle.
A piece of puzzle with curves and edges
Rough curves and worn out edges
But did I really fit in?
I tried hard,
Just as I tried all these years
At all the wrong places
Chiseling my sharp edges into curves
Curves that would now fit perfectly
All the while, losing a part of me.
Just making me question,
Is this yet another wrong spot
Didn't seem wrong to the world
Then why do I still feel like a misfit
Like a square peg in a round hole
Or has this constant trying to fit in
Leave all my edges frayed
I no longer recognize anymore.
Still lying beside you,
Still dont seem to fit in,
Still questioning,
Is this yet another wrong spot?
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
Words
Sweet words
Words dripping with lies
Words trying to tuck away the truth
Words of promise
Words of deceit
Words that eulogised
Words that broke me down
Words that made me cry
Words that wiped away my tears
Words that gave me life
Words that put me to rest
Words that created my world
Words that caused an apocalypse
Words that made me love you
Words that made me hate you
Words and words
A world filled with words
Just barren words
Now all that is left are your words
And I am trying to put together a sentence
With all these broken words...
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
I was wanderer,
Wandering in the land of death and despair;
Blows and bruises were my food
Blood and tears, my drink.
I was a wanderer,
Wandering in the desert of solitude;
The sands were of broken promises
The sun was my life's Judas.
I was a wanderer,
Wandering in the forest of fear;
The trees were all overpowering and bullying
The animals were all predators.
I am still a wanderer,
Wandering in the infinite land, desert and forest;
In search of a home to where I belong
In a quest to find solace in the stillness.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 3:43 AM UTC