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there is no hope

you don't have a
friend you trust

there is no promise

one day you will
return to dust

there is no holy ground
there is no forgiveness left

and if you ever look around
you'll find that every sun sets

there is no love
there is no prayer

you can run around
and you'll never be
found

sure you can try and
hide in your mammas'
hair

but be sure they'll find
you again and again

until there's no one
left to remind you of
home

there is no summer
there are no memories

the picture in your
head shall fade away
just the same

and nothing will
remain but the void
you came through

that is all that is
there

and it will devour
us all

that is all

there is nothing at all

so let the tears fall

so let the years fade
into the distance

so let the smile cut
open your throat

there is no hurt
there is no despair

there is only
you


aviisevil Mar 2

when did you go
grey?

I asked the yellow
sun

I've watched you
as you've watched
me

grow from young
summer

to an autumn that
nests in comfort of
a heavy blanket

worn down with
every breath of the
weary chore

how come we're
so old now?


aviisevil Feb 21

they do not speak
the silence—

of wilderness that grows
in fractured walls

they take for a smile
and nothing else

until the lips rupture
and bleed into the soil

sowing teeth in rooms
with locked doors and
boarded windows

where the pendulum
spirals in circles

the kingdom of
nothing else and
no one—

burning in slivered
nights


aviisevil Feb 11

they come and talk between
the lines and I tell them I am
here and listening

countless hours and
countless words spent

I turn the pages and I
write them down and I
show them

the drying ink on
the counter

to look for themselves
in the emptied spring they
call by my name

that they can take to
their hearts desire

and fear not for me
I gently whisper to the
winds

let them all
come


aviisevil Feb 1


to have lived everyday
not knowing the colour of
the morning sun

such is my burden of
nothingness

that has made a home
somewhere deep within
me

slowly emptying into
the expanding sorrows

finding not one and
nothing to hold on to

as the world spins every
twenty four hours back to
square one

that is all that I have to
call of my own

a chain of thought
amplifying the silence

ten thousand steps back
and forth going nowhere

black coffee that tastes
like cigarettes

pointless letters to
no one

that is all that I have to
call of my own



aviisevil Jan 26

night's young and
I'm lost in age

her blindness is upon
my days

drowning in darkness
gasping to forget

lord bless me for I
swallowed the sunset

the last of lights have
left me to be her solemn
prey

prayers won't save me
worship won't save me

I need you to burn this
world down and show me
the way

for her double faced
sword of regret

hangs from the ceiling
quietly waiting for me to
take another breath

I'll shed my skin show
her my teeth bare

offer her my kingdom
of bones and flesh

bow to her crown of
dusk and despair

prayers won't save me
worship won't save me

her blindness is upon
my days

I need you to burn this
fallen town and show me
the way



aviisevil Jan 17


every whisper
of my disguise

sets in my house
of summer

for the western
winds pass through
the alleys of my
mind

and every breath
takes away of the
little i have known

each cascading
thought mixes into
the never ending
abyss

dance of the
spiralling tears i've
come to mourn

how do I tell
myself

that my heart is
caught in a well
of sadness

and a thousand
years have found
a home within me

as my lungs expand
into the never-ending
nothingness

oceans rage
inside of my veins

storms peer
through my eye

each dream a
memory that fades
away

i am my own
escape






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