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Sam Aug 2017
I spoke to a ghost last night. He woke me from my sleep.
You'd think ghosts would have better manners than to wake a man from his night terrors. No, he just stood there at the foot of my bed. Wearing that sadistically cheesy smile like a cut-rate actor on day time television. Maybe he was hungry for my soul? Perhaps a prankster trying to get a cheap laugh? Could it be he was just lonely and misunderstood? I don't know what the hell he wanted, and honestly didn't care.
My precious three hours of sleep had been disrupted.
I stared at him a bit longer, trying to figure out what to say. Chucking a pillow, I told him to "stop letting all the **** spiders in" and turned to go back to sleep. I'm pretty sure he's picked someone new to haunt by now.
Sam Aug 2017
Sifting through the ash of every cigarette

Sifting through the ash
Frantically searching

For the broken
For the lost
For the forsaken fragments of my soul

But the ash grows thicker
And my pulse grows thin
Sam Aug 2017
She's everything I'm looking for
But she only exists in shadows
An angel of deception
Someday I dream to find
Her whispers are a melody
Sung softly in my ear
Yet when I turn to see her
The space I see is clear

Somewhere in the shadows
The girl I seek is there
Playing with her hair
Waiting for my lost soul to finally find the way
  Aug 2017 Sam
Jay
I need words that don't reflect myself.

Words that aren't empty.

Words that make you feel something.
Sam Aug 2017
The crows called to me this morning
So early it was dark
They told me that they missed me
Their song met my insanity
And, together, we sung a lullaby
Under a blood red moon
The perfect ******
Sam Aug 2017
It's not that I have a will to live,
I just lack the wish to die.
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