I murdered someone
In cold blood and hate
I murdered someone
And it felt as if it were fate
I held the knife
Held it like a mighty sword
I released myself of strife
And spoke in harsh words
It was there indifference
It feuled my anger
No longer struggling with dissonance
Yearning to strangle her
They cheared me on!
Like a gladiater in a pit
Words with venom spun
The victim not worth the spit!
Entertainment, they cackled with a grin
They loved watching the blood drain
A place where they vented there sin
So i let the blade slide, let violence reign
Blood dripping from the sides
The voices became quiet in return
The indifference back in their eyes
Echoing not an ounce of concern
I lay there drenched in crimson
An empty vessel with a hard shell
Able to take a beating, no hazed vision
Adranaline gone, i've succumbed to hell
They dragged me out in my state of confusion
Society had destroyed yet another soul
Im both victim and ****** we are one
They watched me **** myself, unware of what they stole
There is more that one way to **** a man
Judgement and hate can be a gun
Shooting you down and you cant understand
So you shut down, realizing there is nowhere to run
It's easier like this being indifferent
Feeling numb in exchange to stop the pain
It's easier like this, not being spent
A calm mind in exhange for cut veins
I murdered someone
In cold blood and hate
I murdered someone
And it felt as if it were fate
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
I smoke my cigarettes to the filter and drink my wine like other's drink their water,
it's in my genetics.
Death would not be the worst but I do not wish for it because,
death can be many things.
Death can be when you lose your first love or when the person who raised you closes his eyes for the last time.
Death can be dwelling on the past when you're supposed to let go.
Death can be letting go and sometimes,
that is the best thing that happens in one's entire lifetime.
Death.
It is looked upon as the end of the world for some and the,
beginning of a new unknown world for other's.
Death is what you make it as well as,
living because if you haven't lived,
how are you supposed to die?
(e.k.j.)
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
Drifting, aimless, lost
She walks in complete darkness
Robbed of sight
Her fingerstips brush against
Coarse thoughts
Her ears bombarded with the crashing of
Harsh words
Gust of soft whispers
Caress her hair
Her feet delicately dance on
Sweet goodbyes
Pains slithers up her legs
Slyly warping her abdomen
Crushing her lungs
Her mouth is overflowing with
Passionate kisses
Her back arching against the slightest Graze of pain or pleasure
And there she floats in limbo
Succumbing to both beauty and beast
She knows not where she is
Yet she can feel more than what her body
Can withstand
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
I am words
With no ears
I am ink
With no paper
I am paint
With no canvas
I am thought
Losing consciousness.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
By what means must you be drunk
To find yourself face first with a pink trunk
In the midst of the night
When things arent quite right
The moon seems to get a little nearer
And your eyes no longer see much clearer
Your stomach does trapeze tricks
While your feet wobble on tall sticks
It can be quite a fright
When u see that strange sight
Of things that shouldnt, that suddenly are
And surely pink pachyderms qualify as bazar
Especially when one is holding the moon
Dragging it along like some silver balloon
Barely thinking this devil's drink has me out done
But it didnt seem right this shifty elephant on the run
Finally leaving with a huff and shocked i must admit
Seeing that the elephant didnt even have a 'moon transfer' permit
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
Cool sheets press against her spine
The sluggish fan does little to shift
The thick air smelling of musk and pine
As silver moon rays struggle to get through the rifts
Windows sealed shut as if to retain in the room
The scent of him lingering in old shirts laid bare
His sweat on pillows and his pinewood perfume
Clinging onto the small bed they used to share
Slipping into her self, into memories so gripping
When the sun shined bright even in a storm
Wishing to dive through the photo clippings
Like portals to a past of kisses so sweet and warm
And run into his arms, feel his smile on her neck
Have his arms slickly wraped around her waist
Pushing troubles into the distance till just specks
Freely dancing to the rythym of hearts that raced
Now all that's left are the ashes and dust
Black clothes resting on this haunted floor
The stench of death seeping through the rust
Her begging to just whisper his name once more
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Alone is being surrounded
By a crowd all day every day
And not feeling a god **** thing
Alone is being in a room filled with people
People who consider you close
People who truely care for you
People who you've invested in
In their lives , in their emotions
People who have laid themselves bare
Yet you're so emotionally disfunctional
You're unable to connect on any level
People who you know so well
Yet they know so very little about you
People who think you have it together
Who dont know you're caught in a whirlwind
Of depression and anxiety and above all
A lonelyness that you cant seem to shake
A parasite ******* out all the empathy u have
Until you're just a factory compressed machine
Doing what it's been programmed to do
You realize how defective you are
Not when u feel lonely cause no one is in ur life
But when there are so many who do care
Who do want to listen to your problems
To your anxieties, to your fears
People u know you can trust
Yet you've become so accostomed to this demon
If anyone is your friend, it's that demon
Looming over u every night as u lay numb,
Heart compressing as if about to give out
And just collapse on itself
That's loneliness
And you cant depart with it
Because it's your only friend
You're so conditioned that u cant possibley
Fathom yourself without it
You're trapped
And loneliness is all you have
All you know.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
The night lingers
The silence shrieks
Piercing the tranquility
Only i can hear it
It echoes
Bouncing in my mind
In the recesses
On the rooftop
Smoke and ash
My mind races
Cigarette burns
Everything decays
Nothing remains
Smoke and ash
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
You heard me,
when I whispered softly;
You held me,
as I wept loudly;
You love me,
despite me,
despite me.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
Whispers can be loud
And travel far into the distance
Through hushed winds
Through suspicious trees
Through subtle thoughts
Through quiet streets
A whsiper will just carry itself
Quiet and low, weaving in and out
Creeping from crevice to canyon
Stretching far beyond its origin
To finally land in the recesses
Of an unsuspecting mind
There it will house itself
And murmer words on end
These words will breed
And spawn more of their kind
And soon the offsprings will grow loud
Constantly nourished by these hums
Unknowingly, thoughts will emerge
And they will ring their brazen bells with vigour
Secretly orchestrated by lingering mumbles
Yes, whispers can be loud
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC