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Try Nov 2020
I wrote a novel, only I can read
Deep down in my personal library
A hidden quiet but loud room
Only I have access to this doom
My heart the paper I bled on it
Blood my ink, help me speak
It's loud and clear I'm a pain addict

I breathe better with a pen in my hand
Sounds disturbing of course I'm sad
It feels right when I write on the sand
A tour in the darkness I hear voices
Write or die, face down I'm on my knees
My heart certainly bears my mind malice
Somebody help me, I'm a pain addict
Try Sep 2020
It's raining daily there's no hope
Was born to fade, to die, was never told
No gain more pain, I'm cold
Scars on my knees, I pray to die, I'm old
Death my frienemy, you got me sold
It's dawn I'm a pawn, where's God
On and on I weep, I sob poor widow
My heart sank, ohh heavy load
Postponed but will come, free me from my thoughts
Pay me with torture, put my life on pause
Out loud I cry, I lied, help me overdose
Drowning but dry I'm a dead rose
Hold on my soul, it's time to go.
Try Sep 2020
Down South

Down south it remain worthless
Juveniles grew artificial beards
Why listen while you're deaf
A careless generation ready to rest
They fear not death down there
Lot pointing fingers to the maker

Faith the last hope of a victim
Why believe a man you've never seen
A mystery left unsolved to the little minded
Survival of the fittest what a fatal play
No drinks no food just graves
Death a habit of shame

An epidemic factory of ancestors
Death the predator himself is confused
Karma is indeed a ruthless reminder
The beginning of the end arrived
All though the question arise
What if it's a dream they didn't perish

— The End —