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Andrew McElroy Apr 2020
I told ambitious lies
&
Dreams of stories from past lives

Breathed out months ago
In the moths wing down below

From here to eternity

All will be remedied in remembrance

If I could just remember
how it went again
things would be different and
I could go back to the way things were and
then it may be quite possible to
breathe again, breathe again; maybe quite possible to breathe again, breathe again

I’ve been living in sin and I can’t quite keep up with what I’ve been living in
All this momentum is keeping me thin
Drinking again - still drunk and I’m not giving a **** about you or us

Watch me spin

Out of control
Out of control

Into your arms
Of sweet release and emptiness
The emptiness is eating my skin
Eating away at my better half

Let me loose so I can begin to sin again
Andrew McElroy Apr 2020
How does one navigate down the river
In one piece?
Or is that the order of the dark water
To rip and shred changes through eternity
I’ve been accustomed to change
But this is a dream
This makes life seem so strange
I love it
It has turned me inside out
It makes me feel alive for the first time
In a long while
How can I explain things?
How could one understand without being
In and out of every moment
Once believed to be so important
The beloved that live there
The one that lives here
Our lives are too crossed for the end of the crossroads now.

We are far from over
I’m just getting started

I’ll see you there...
Andrew McElroy Feb 2019
Watch her eyes fold
Into shapes unknown
I’ve been searching for
A reason to exist

I’m being pulled down
And dragged out by the wrists

But you are almost certain
That life moves on before the lift off
I’m not sure what to believe

Myself or ten thousand voices underneath
Myself or ten thousand voices underneath
Andrew McElroy Jan 2019
Like a wave of cancer
it swept over me
and I couldn’t answer the question
yet again
it penciled me in
a stairway by the door
I was watching the clock
tick slowly away
and I’m still here somehow
stuck in the madness
the night I figured out
that one day this just might return
back again in the hallway
I decided to open up
I changed my mind
No luck on that side
So until then I’ll keep on swimming
Until I find my way
Through your ocean of sickness

Let’s see...
What is this?
Andrew McElroy Jan 2019
Oh my God,
Here you are again
I was almost certain
That you were gone for good

This time

It’s up to us to see the grave
Your slow knife always stayed
Buried beneath the earth
Miles away from me

But it is creeping back now
My dark passenger
In the wind
Behind my eyes
To the left, I'm not alright

Your ways turn me bad
Make me strange
Spill my guts out
Onto the pavement
In the basement
You told me sweet lies

One more time
Evil stranger
Tell me again
I’ve got to know why
You take over my minds eye
and push me out to sea
With no way back
But to swim back out
Through the ninth gate

I’ve said it before
And god forbid I say it again
This time you’re through

I will be the end of you
Or you me

Time will tell me,
For it has already told you.
Andrew McElroy Dec 2018
I just want to sit here in the dark
and not think about flying
or anything, for that matter

Was this stretched tight enough
Or should I keep screeching on

I’m bloodied from the hands down,
A ****** form of a man that’s seen the dawn

Nothing shapes the comets around the stars like he did.
They can’t name it, what is this problem

He has

No way of letting anything out again
Only objective lies and
The forever crooked spine that takes
A smack in the face from this saying
“I’m above, I’m above...”

No cares

Left in the world -
Is a burnt star stuck on the right side
Leaning, lying, letting, the likes of this
get in your way

Or ours if,
in that one chance in hell
the star would let us through

I know,
It’s a shame that we’ve only just begun
to scratch the surface of the skin enough to see
What’s underneath the filth
Let us breath

Underneath
No need
What a place to be

Now

Now

What a place to be
No need
Underneath

Let us breath
What’s underneath the filth
It’s a shame that we’ve only just begun
to scratch the surface of the skin enough to see, I know

the star would let us through
in that one chance in hell
Or ours if,

I was leaning, lying or letting the likes of this
get in your way,
Is a burnt star stuck on the right side
The only thing left in the world

No cares

“I’m above, I’m above...”
A smack in the face from this saying
The forever crooked spine that takes
Only objective lies and
No way of letting anything out again

What he has

They can’t name it, what is this problem
Nothing shapes the comets around the stars like he did.

A ****** form of a man that’s seen the dawn
I’m bloodied from the hands down

Should I keep screeching on
Or was this stretched tight enough

I just want to sit here in the dark
and not think about flying
or anything, for that matter...
Andrew McElroy Nov 2018
...
Death.
A stranger in the woods -
Waiting in the pines

What is on your mind?
Have you finally come to see me,
Is it really my time?

Is this star shine not mine?
I’d hoped for just a few more weeks.
I’ve seen your face before,

Your glare from the shore,
The tingling in my eyes...
I remember you -

Old unknown friend;
Please, tell me that this isn’t the end
The door is opened again...

You and I are the calm below.
The unknown caller on the line.
Please don’t let it be my time!

I don’t need to answer that call...
Not yet,
Not now.

My friend,
This is not the end.
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