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If I don't remind myself
that happiness
is just a state of mind
it will be simply another object
I'll spend far too long obtain
and use up far to quickly
then there will be nothing to say
when there's nothing to do.
As I slide between the sheets
my mind becomes attuned
to the sounds of floorboards
and shutters creaking
The stillness speaks
humming a dark lullaby
of the tune imitating
grinding teeth
Shapes grow in the clothes
Like a chorus of evil eyes
waiting for me to sleep
The fear feeds the ghosts
whom suffered the terror
Ive felt before
My anxiety lifts a moment
when the familiar click of stilettos
saunters past my door
but gravity drops out
in the pit of my soul
the wearer is in the mist
leading leaded steps behind them
and I pray to god
that if hold my breath
long enough
it will quickly put me under
before I make sense
of the cries to come.
In the end
our destiny's the same
to fade away and dissipate
like thoughtless flowing grains.
A relic gestalt masterwork
For strugglers working in vain.
In the end
we embrace the storm
and fill our lungs with rain.
Inelegant spawn
spew from the mouth
trading words at the post
a barter gone south
hard to express words that feel
without tripping over heels
The mixed message lost
amongst layers to peel
With an ear for
sympathetic voices
To gather hands
Who'll hold you up
Claiming ambitions
Outside your birthright
A charming devil
And a magnetic smile
Outlast betrayers
Of your cause
The stairs ascending
Seem never ending
But the price is worth it
Despite the bodies you pile up
Though the empire of borrowed time
Built upon them
Still resides at the base
Of a volatile volcano
Go ahead, take the time
To be ready tonight
It burns on the way down
Burying light
A powdered breakfast
For the nose
To kick start the heart
You know how it goes
The acid is warm
Go and jump on in
Can't detail the trip
Once time bends
Clothes slip away
As she slithers to bed
While the lucky hit the bed sheets
Or are they prey instead?
She might enjoy the tumble
If her head was right
But the mind melts with waves
With no land in sight
Depraved things in the dark
Are simply a chore
Came out heavy handed
With more digits than before
Upon descent
The future approaches fast
She wants to forget
Double up to make it last
The days fade together
Back to where she begins
She knows if she stays oblivious
She won't see how it ends.
"I don't want love"*
You stayed out of its clutches
long enough.
How long are you gonna
pretend to be tough?
Drawing with the tide
is just a bad bluff.
You might suffocate
if you don't open up.
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