When I forgot how to cry,
I would sing myself lullabies
They went like sweet little cries
Yet everytime I closed my eyes
I still could not cry
Although I had been the one to cry I am all of a sudden the one to lie
Each lie comes with one of my soft lullabies
A sweet ring a solemn tune and a sacred lie
I wish I could cry
Yet I can only try
And wish that one of my lullabies would speak through my lies
For if I cannot cry I must lie and say that I’m fine
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 11:00 PM UTC
I lived in the body of an abused dog in the corner of the house.
Never touched Never allowing yet always barking. I once tried to runaway at 8 in the morning, returning home within the hour after I scowered. I seen faces in the trees while the breeze sung a soft lullaby as if I were going to freeze.
Between then and now I realized we cannot grow wings. Joining gods choir is a distant dream and I cannot sleep. Reverting back to the ways where we cannot seep into the trees where the lullabies can sing as free and I still cannot dream.
-I return to the corner.
The beast sleeps as I weep and as I cry myself into a deep sleep I cannot help but feel confined within your reach.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 10:52 PM UTC
my crooked smile your soft gaze
another life gone in haze i'll slumber in your sheets as i worship at your feet i'll conquer the sun to have your speech
my desperation my despair my disdain my disgust for those who know i will forever distrust
I'll conquer the sun to have your speech
for my voice has been long gone
I cannot speak
I'll hang from that tree in the middle of the street in hopes to one day never fret defeat for if I cannot speak I must repeat what I cannot help but seek
when I faintly wake at 4am I see your silhouette hidden behind my lace curtains and plants
I open my mouth as to speak
yet my voice is much too meek
I seep as I weep into the sheets
another life gone in haze another life gone in a haste I cannot speak for I cannot reap what your mind seeks and as I cry myself into another deep sleep I cannot help but feel claustrophobic within your reach my ***** desire to be what you cannot reach yet I slumber still in your sheets and, I am defeated
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 10:48 PM UTC
I sit at the table across from you
I pick up the knife
You pick up two
It's a battle, it's a fight
Only between us two
You stick one in my side
Don't forget the other
My knife drops
Don't forget to tether
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 10:46 PM UTC
And if I sink before I fall make sure to tell nobody I cared for them at all
for if I did I could not look them in the face for when I get out of this rut
I'm not sure if I can make a swift escape
I don't know how to make a way without my hand and shovel getting in the way
My hand, my shovel, my right, my left
If I could stand I would have left
But I can't so l stay and pray for a life where I do not live in disarray
For your soft gaze is no longer soft whilst my crooked smile stays the same
I cannot help but have disdain for the man who thinks he is a Great Dane
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 10:44 PM UTC