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Stíofáinín Jan 2019
I sit here in wonder untill the smoke runs clear
Countless minitues without the fear
What do I do when the time is up
Perception shifts like hands on a broken clock
Opposing themselves while falling behind
Seconds away from occupying your time
Knock knock
I'm still in my prime
Just replicating the echoes that procure your time
Aspirations that only ever confine
Here, where I am unable to omit,
Breathlessly I've collapsed
Over and over you
Stíofáinín Dec 2018
A consequence of love
We cannot abide
Inside my minds eye these faces divide
The question still begs,
Who am I;
One thousand masks dwell within
They come to meet you, to try and let you in
Little white lies that are violent like knives
Cutting through virtue, breaking all the ice
Aching for a faultlessness I trim away a little more
And there's no loss here
We're just settling a score
Your undead eyes see trough this open book
The doors ajar, take a look
It is nothing more than what you can see
Humility raises these walls around me
And I'll hide here, just like a secret
Ceaselessly burying my own heart just so you can dig it up and keep it
And it's down so deep it becomes hard to breathe
I look in your eyes as they devour me
I can't see my reflection because the light is dim
I'm too weak to climb out but you're strong enough to get in
You begin to whisper and I start to see
My own loathsome skin is suffocating me
So I run, just like I did before
We're sleepwalking, and I'm so afraid
Breaking through a brick door
Inevitably descending into another chasm, on the fringe of my mind where I can just disappear
Time stands still while we're trapped in here
And your eyes, they're still devouring me
I begin to hear you whisper, and I can almost see
But we're still sleepwalking
And I,
Can't breathe
Stíofáinín Dec 2018
I feel your heart inside my own and steadily, like my grasp on air
I am gone
Misplacing myself, faintly
Crawling into your sun
An ache that goes the way it comes
Is it the same for everyone?
Love
I grip my chest
This heart is unconfessed
For it's survival we'll hang on, for a moment then we're gone
I see your eyes alight in my soul
And for days after I can't let go
You'll linger long untill quietly, you're done
Love
Cascading down over me
Interchangeable solutions
Like liquid,
I'll run
Come one, come none
Is this the same for everyone?
For our own survival we'll hang on, for a moment then we're done
I'm crawling into this midnight sun
To infinate eternities, where I saturate in your arms
You are watchful and I, awake
Together we can liberate
And this perception lights the flame
You make me feel like a child again
Stíofáinín Nov 2018
He was the ghost of all that we could be
And I, endlessly haunted by a vow for cruelty
I was the graveyard where his dreams went to die
But thereupon I remembered,
Someone once told me I could fly
Stíofáinín Oct 2018
A complacent snake in the grass has a venomous tounge
He's coiled and clever, and highly strung
Compressing self-worth into a form of bigotry
Where on earth is this vipers dignity?
Claiming deniability as he chokes on  all resolve
A flaky body of conflict who thinks he has evolved
sheading the flesh with a promise of lies
These delusions have overgrown
Snakes do not possess a backbone
Corrupting good nature he still can't follow through
Pigeon hearted little serpant, is that really you?
Devouring your own head in means of escape
We see the lies are now taking shape
Loosing front while you slither on  through
Short on the ***** now what on ever will you do?
If you lose your face, you'll grow another two
Stíofáinín Oct 2018
The soul that recognises an absence on the inside sends a conscious body in search
Though we know, what is missing cannot be found
It's lost in demons, tightly bound
Fraught to fill the gap
Forgotten projections bleed through these cracks
What was once misplaced never finds it's way back
Who was the first to leave
The first to erode a frail rationality
Just like the first lie
An ease of indifference to a misguided lullaby
A blow that resonates in the head
Maybe we're all better off dead...
diminishing any sense of self
Broken balance
Left on the shelf
Stíofáinín Sep 2018
Darkening embers, drinks at dawn
One last echo of you, begone
My only request that you stop and think
Existance is realitive, it burns as we sink
Like tear gas in my eyes
Pepper spray in my wind pipe
Constantly rethinking my last choice
Conscience mailing me the invoice
Delibrating with a magic 8,
My voice starts to shake
But talking to you is like talking to a wall
I can't see you suffer when I'm in free fall
Tell me why is this happening,
It's like a record on repeat
My own 20 second record staying on my feet
Before you sweep me off and brush me aside,
I'll count while you hide
stinging like a bee
But you were always a firefly
Would it be any different if you weren't perfect to me?
Without my distorted view on everything you do
Would it be easier if you didn't have this affect on me?
Barely getting by, still killing me every night
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