How long did it take you to craft that ring?
did it start with all the pressure with the promise of a gem
did you cut it with your tongue like all that you condemn,
did the band wrap round like the words you snare
or was it wholly circled and you just the heir,
It looks tarnished and beaten with sickly green hues
but it still sparkles in the light every time it moves,
it makes your hand look pretty wrapped around my neck
with all its worth its just an aesthetic wreck,
A shine so bright but you can see right through
a pathetic lineage, thats all they knew.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
White sheets hanging in the wind.
clean fresh waiting to begin,
a new start for all those who sinned,
last bits of hope bottled and tinned.
The noose is around our neck
and our feet are on the deck,
that dope how it does beck
and brings us here to our death,
one by one we drop
clean sheets in slop
the crowd waits for the pop
as progress stops.
we come down to the height of the masses,
numb again to the time that passes,
hope escapes through its glasses
and our sheets meet the grasses.
Dead men hanging in the wind.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
I collapsed like your veins when I heard the news,
shooting up is all the rage
just follow the crowd, take the cues,
you're just an actress and now the golden scene is your stage
and he left a never healing bruise
and I left us on a blank page,
but this ***** bandage is just a rouse
love for you will never fade,
so stand on your balcony and be my muse,
I weep as you crawl into this cage
and take on this life you didn’t choose ,
powerless, to your coming of age.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC