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Muse Jan 2016
I sleep all day to avoid the light
Wasting away the the winter night
Mantras and meditation try to revive
The deteriation of my will to survive
Om gam ganapatye namaha
Muse Dec 2015
She was only a ten year old
Suffering as the cancer took hold
It started to show when she was nine
At the time she still managed to shine
Even though her eye was now lazy
It never bothered the little lady
Her headaches never went away
As she lost her childhood every passing day
She was only ten years old
She lay there as her body turned cold
A summer spent trapped in a bed
In a body where hell was her own head
I think I killed her with my last words
What I whispered was the last she heard
Before she inhaled deeply and started to go
The rattles began and her pulse started to slow
I whispered "I love you; it's okay if you go"
With her birthday approaching someone had to know
So I don't know if this could trigger someone, so warning I suppose.
Muse Dec 2015
Who am "I"
As if a personality is a singularity
Am I the Pierot walking the tightrope
Am I the Ghoul eating dead memory
Am I the Well waiting to be fulfilled

The Pierot wears a lovely mask that smiles
But under it he is afraid of falling
The abyss below is one that falls for miles
But when he walks or falls he is alone

The Ghoul haunts the graveyard and battlefields
Knawing at dry skeletal memories
Trying to swallow emptiness that will not yield
As time passes by in a field of headstones

The Well has been polluted for many years
By wishes and secret desires thrown in
All their secrets and wishes ****** onto its ears
It is fullfilled by desires that are not its own

Who am "I"
As if I could find a singularity
As if the Pierot was all
As if the Ghoul wasn't starving
As if the Well wouldn't poison my thoughts
Muse Sep 2015
I just watched the years pass by
God it's amazing how time flies
We're not staying up all night long
Well I guess that's wrong
I should've have said together
I remember when that meant forever
Promises bound in blood and kisses
Am I really the only one who misses
Them,You,Me,Us?


I
Muse May 2015
There's a stone in my throat
And I fear I may choke
In this hell that you built
I am burdened by guilt

There's a beat in my heart
And I feel it may start
In this hell I've been placed
That I don't wish to face

There's a note in my hand
And you may understand
Why I don't belong here
And chose to disappear

There's a blade at my wrists
And I fear it persists
To beckon my soul home
But I would be alone

There's a voice at my door
And I sob on the floor
As the blade falls away
She whispers it's okay

There's a hero weeping
And she's the one keeping
Me reaching for heaven
As we fight depression
Warning: Includes self-harm and depression
Muse Mar 2015
I'm a perfect cocktail of disgrace
A destiny of betrayal is in my face
And in my blood it's like a tapestry
A bloodline binding my family tree
I carve the mark of Cain in my skin
In a vain attempt to drain away sin
Praying I don't break and tear a vein
Though maybe I would break the chain
Freeing generations of broken souls
Spilling my blood may pay our toll
Or will my disease simply transcend
Spread like a virus to family and friends
Warning: References to self-harm
Muse Mar 2015
A symbol of innocence wasted
On you when I should've waited
But in the moment I didn't care
I just felt comfortable there
No voices saying I fat or ugly
Just hands that would feel me
A mouth that brought me release
A body I could only try to please
By submission I could be enough
Even for a moment I had his love
Or some semblance of affection
To spare me my mental afflictions
The irony of this illusion I trust
Is the clear reality of our lust
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