Dornish Bastard

Dornish Bastard Jun 2016

Can't

I can't go; don't make me
There's demons coming up the stairs
Shadows, dark and deadly
I shrink at their greedy glares
I can't move; I can't go
They're crawling on the steps
Up the roof, down below
Right underneath my bed
I can't; they'll get me
Unmake me 'til I'm not who I am
Won't relent; they'll break me
I can't go, please understand

Inspired by Josh Eppard's (former) demons.
As I understand it, he and his band Coheed and Cambria were scheduled to go on tour in Europe in 2006 and the morning of their flight, he (suffering from drug addiction at the time) called their manager and told him that he "can't go" and that there were "demons coming up the stairs." He left the band, got clean, made more music and now he is back in Coheed.
Those particular phrases just hit me hard.

#fear #addiction #drugs #thoughts #demons #terror #shadows

Dornish Bastard Apr 2016

Demons

They hide in shadows.
Reposition. Lie in wait
'Til it's time to **strike.

#depression #haiku #thoughts #demons #shadows #ideas #problems

Dornish Bastard Apr 2016

Years (Part II*)

hellopoetry.com/collection/20186/years/
A few hours pass with the boy still there,
Drawn to his body like he's tethered.
A few more and he's floating in moonlight
But no sleep will bring him comfort.
A small fish catches his restless eye,
A quick shadow against the current's silver.
Closer, the boy sees sharp teeth bared.
The fish eyes his corpse like its dinner.
A desperate *NO escapes his throat
As he scrambles to stop the scavenger.
He cannot, and he cries out in frustration,
His sobs joining the sounds of nature.
Ethereal tears fall on ethereal hands
As despair morphs into very real *anger.

Here's another one. I am making this up as I go along. Please leave feedback! :) As for me, I liked the first one more… Also, I am running out of /ər/ words help

#life #death #ghost #afterlife #narrative

Dornish Bastard Mar 2016

Captive

My headphones are turned up high
And I'm trapped in a musical trance.
I'm unseeing, under a spell.
My digits do a little tap dance.
They deem me a daydreamer
As the beats bore into my being.
The rhythm refuses to release me
From this great grasp I'm gladly enduring
Because sometimes surrender is sweeter
Than fruitlessly fighting to be free.
And if your captor can cause such comfort,
Then how is it an actual adversary?

Take note that this is about music, not actual kidnapping or Stockholm Syndrome or whatever. Okay? Right. I just wanted to try out alliterations. A bit much, I know, but eh. I like it.
First draft made on September 2, 2015.

#feelings #music #trance #alliteration #surrender

Dornish Bastard Mar 2016

Years (Part I*)

hellopoetry.com/collection/20186/years/
A boy looks down and sees his body
Being tossed away in a shallow river
He cannot move and he's in shock.
What happened? He can't remember.
There's a bright flash―unexpected, sudden
―and heavy hands on his shoulders.
Was there pain? There was some,
And there was the taste of anger.
He doesn't know what to think, confused
When his body settles in shallow water.
He gets up with ease. *With ease?
What comes next fills him with terror.
His body is still, bloated and pale
But he's standing. Over his body he towers.

I don't know if I can keep this up. Whatcha think about it though?
P.S. If it seems rushed, that's because it is. I wrote this in like 20 minutes at 2AM. Thanks for reading this ****.

#life #death #ghost #afterlife #narrative

Dornish Bastard Mar 2016

Truth is

I'd say I'm sad, disenchanted,
uninspired, unmotivated,
****** up, beaten,
tired, depressed,
already dead,
hopeless,
but hah.

I know I'm just *pathetic.

#depression #life #living #sadness #hope #pathetic #thoughts #hopeless #motivation #ideas

Dornish Bastard Mar 2016

Thoughts of A Coward #6: Selfish Escape

You smiled when I did well
So I tried to make you happy.
You frowned when it all changed
But I wanted to do things for me.
You don't like how I turned out
'Cause now you're always angry.
…
I wonder: if I suddenly died,
Would it make you sorry?

I am feeling so emo. *laughs* Really been down these days though. Two poems about suicide in a row. ****. I just need to die already.

#love #suicide #self #living #death #thoughts #expectations #disappointment #sorry #ideas