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shåi Apr 2015
my heart
feels like a
dozen of slashed
black roses

i woke up
in such a
twisted fantasy
with the slightest
possiblity that you didn't love
me the way used


i refuse to believe
that we were rotting
in the blood
of my dead corpse

i begin to write
the love letter
inked in the blood
of my love for you

i must hurry
before the screaming
sun arises
before im gone

i begin to stencil
a ****** love
for such a lying
heart that i have begun to hate

(b.d.s.)
  Mar 2015 shåi
Riot
little girl
only birthday wish in the whole wide world was to be
perfect
heavy world
carrying it on her shoulders trying to be
worth it

wearing confidence
but skin don't fit
only thing she wants is what she can't get
its to be
perfect

i'm not going nowhere
until you tell me who you want me to be
I've been walking in circles just trying to find me
i'm now trusting no one
until they learn why they can't trust me

**i'm not going nowhere
until i'm everybody's everything
shåi Mar 2015
+
crimson liquids
boiling as it is
the only
underground sound

heartless souls
tied in little bows
as if it were the greatest present

dreams without specific means
is hearts without purpose
purpose is the only thing
that makes us whole

(b.d.s.)
shåi Mar 2015
if only the shadows would
choke me
and make me suffocate
just to serve my adoring present self


if i could
i would want to die
by the power of myself
and beating of my breaking heart

i want to be swallowed
by the deadly crimson
blood of my boiling veins
it is my only dying wish

(b.d.s.)
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