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Dracol Noir Apr 2016
I'm always on my phone,
Everyday.
Just what can I do?
Because every time I think of it,
I am alone.
So on every other day,
Can I ask you,
What is it
That you do when you're alone?
Just a poem.
Dracol Noir Apr 2016
If I try to be happy
they pull me down
and make me angry,
then paint me a clown.
With this sad life
I will be nobody's wife,
but I don't want to be.
I want to be free.
I don't want to be bound
by another vow or oath.
I just want to be found
and not have to loathe.
Dracol Noir Apr 2016
Lord of the Flies,
As a golden yellow book,
Lord of the Flies,
Has a very boring look.
Lord of the Flies,
With a brand new cover,
Lord of the Flies,
Still has no new lover.
"Lord of the Flies" by William Golding.
I did not enjoy reading this book in my junior years, as you can see.
Dracol Noir Apr 2016
Look under the bed
But don't touch the floor.
Many tears to shed
But don't go knocking at the door.
The title is just a name I thought up of. It's not from a film, book or anything at all.

Bit of a backstory with this poem; I was up late at night doing homework but my mind kept on drifting. I was remembering a horror story about a serial pet killer on the loose and a little girl, home alone with the family dog under her bed. Hiding under the blanket, she would put her arm down and let the dog lick her hand...
Dracol Noir Apr 2016
I can't focus, this music is distracting me.
It's pulling me away from reality,
from where I currently prefer not to be.
I'm losing my mind, I cannot see
but frankly, I don't care anymore. Gee.
Dracol Noir Apr 2016
Do you love me?
Do I know you?
I don't understand, I just cannot see.
I am confused, I don't know what to do.
Dracol Noir Apr 2016
Scars and open wounds.
Lies and treachery.
Soon all will be doomed.
Live in misery.
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