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AK93 Oct 2017
I'm in one of those moods again
  where everything makes me think of when
      you and me used to be the best of friends,
and id give anything to make this reminiscing end.

I could pick up my pen,
   write poems for the best days that we spent,
      or all the awful things that you ever said
         til every last and forever lost hen,
ready to be slaughtered, comes home to their shed.

Yet when that sun rises red
   into the single pair of dead,
      empty eyes, lying in my bed,
         I'll remember that I have nothing left,
            except for the silver stained in dread,
and memories of you, swimming in my head.

All I can do to make this end,
   is try my hardest to pretend
      that I could go my whole life and
         live without feeling the regret
of never loving you again.
AK93 Oct 2017
Is it only a dream
Or is it a disease
Is there any relief
That these eyes will see
Madness into modern men
Regress into our children's pen
Inhale the smoke from burning desire
Choke on the fumes and fall into the pyre
AK93 Oct 2017
Here I lie, wide eyed and awake
Waiting to dream up my next big mistake
Your voice calls every time I fall
Asleep with the thought of you tucked into my arms
And the memory of your heart beating against my chest
So I lie, red eyed and intoxicated
Im under your spell, and the sheep have all been counted
Now if you could just join me in my room again
I need you here to silence the monsters under my bed
Should I slip into slumber, dont let me wake up again
I dont want to face the truth
I refuse to believe that this dream is dead
AK93 Oct 2017
I dont care about who you claim to be
Because all i wanted was for you to be a friend to me
Though i gotta say, if it were up to me I'd leave
But i wont, because baby, I'm addicted to your disease
I love it so much when you've got me on my knees
And I pray to god that you'll never set me free
AK93 Oct 2017
This latest fashion is becoming quite the passion
Nights kept awake by alcohols bitter taste
So say cheers to the future and all that you'll do
And say a prayer for the hopes that you're still holding on to
The night is young and so are you
You have all your life to make dreams come true
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