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Asominate Nov 2019
The less I feel, the more I do, the less I be.
I have looked and learnt, alas, do you like what you see?
How the tides have turned, now I'm the one who's feeding me
And my stomach burns, within it churns a crimson sea.
Asominate Nov 2019
Lock and key,
Just going to be
You and me.
Can't you see all the faces
Have their secrets
But not every one of them keeps it


Rock and roll;
Downhill
With no control.

For way too long
We've been holding on
You've got to know
When to let go!
...You've got to know when to let go...
Asominate Nov 2019
I go to bed
I wake up.
Every morning, you're still sleeping.

I watch the night
I keep the day
To keep our nostrils breathing.

The lights are on
Water is flowing
The nurture and nourishment I gave...

I turn over
Every morning
You're still sleeping in your grave!
Morbidly humourous.
Asominate Nov 2019
I think of her
She comes to mind
Did you buy him a lizard?

Nancy, dearest
Wasn’t feeling her best
When she sliced through his gizzard.
Not written anatomically correct.
References GHOST’s song “HOUSEWIFE RADIO.”
Asominate Nov 2019
Of queens and kings
A harpy sings
Of those who’re in control

And all the things
Their power brings
As all else pay the toll

Of kings and queens
The unforeseen
A funeral bell rings

Through thick and lean
As life has been
Queens hang their kings on strings.
I'm feeling a bit odd.
Asominate Aug 2019
Stop talking.
The silence hurts less than this.
The loneliness consumes me.
I feel numb, empty.

What have I done?
I should know better.
I didn't think this through.

They won't stop.
I can't stop.
Shut up.
It doesn't matter.

It continues.
I die some more.
Heh.
I probably deserve this.

Please stop.
What about me?

Shut them out.
I can't.
I try.
I fail.

It's not so bad when I close my eyes.
But I can't keep my eyes closed for long.
They'd get worried.

Depressed,
My brain chemicals I can't confess
Distressed,
Large bodies of people I detest.

It only happens when I'm with them.
I never feel this way by myself.
I only feel lonely with them
I can never be alone and lonely.

The noise,
It continues.
I think I should write in first person more.
Asominate Jul 2019
Mouths, we speak
As tongues we taste
To die is loss
To live's a waste.
Detestable,
The sands of time
The tools we shape
Make us sublime
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