Vesper

Vesper Jan 16

712

What if you died instead
What if you cried instead
What if I was the one who lied
What if my wounds dried
What if you didn't have black eyes
I wish I hadn't said so many 'whys'
Now it's your turn to say the final 'goodbye'

Vesper Jan 16

Flowing

I don't know
    What's the flow
            It seems to take me further

                   Sometimes the flow is slow
            And other times
                                                                    Fast

                     It takes me to many places
                      That I cannot describe
              Full of color
                                                                  Love

                         I wish the flow would never end
                                 But it does

Vesper Jan 10

583

i spent so long
trying to find a way
but it only took me day
to find out that way was gone

Vesper Jan 10

crocodile tears

you cry so often
and for what do you cry for
you haven't experienced hardship
you haven't experienced pain
just not like i have
so stop crying those crocodile tears
and stop faking the friends
stop pretending like you are someone you aren't
and maybe you won't cry no more

Jan 9

Soulless

Looking back

Looking back

Laughing at the past

Feeling less like trash

Looking back

Watching the flames burn

Falling in the ash

Looking back

Data overload the computer

Starts to crash

But I'm still looking back

Vesper Jan 9

Shoot.

Cold metal pressed against sweat.
Tears wetting my damp clothes.
Pitter-patter of rain against the ground as children sleep.
I cry for help, but no-one answers.
Shoot. Why can't I shoot.
Pitter-patter. More rain.
Damp shirt. More tears.
Why can't I end it all?
Every single night I scream.
It's so much easier this way.
SHOOT. WHY CAN'T I SHOOT.
I hear children laughing, and mothers loving,
I hear men working through the night, ready to go back to their families.
SHOOT. WHY CAN'T I SHOOT.
I hear a crack, and it all goes black.

Jan 9

Thirty Nine

88% Of Men Get Their First Bouquet Of Flowers When They Die

More Flowers Than I've Ever Seen
Presented Before Me
As If They Were Apologies
For Ignoring Me
I Think I Would've Liked Them When I Was Alive Though