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 Jul 2016 H J St
cass
3am
 Jul 2016 H J St
cass
3am
Only at the darkest hours do i ask myself the questions i don't want to know the answers to. You may know the darkness to hide things but i found it is where the unexpected comes to light. The daylight hours are a facade of happily conformed routines, often mistaken for helping you see better. Caught up in the day, even side by side, we are apart. There is a distance between us only the darkness seems to fill. 3am when the world is at rest, it is just you and me and everything from our day we have left unsaid. The dark silence reveals the truths we witheld when the sun was in the sky. Maybe it is harder to be dishonest at night because there are billions of stars in the sky to witness it.
 Jun 2016 H J St
cass
paranoia
 Jun 2016 H J St
cass
fear does not exist, fear is in your head
your imagination is what causes your dread

those shadows in the corner of your eye
simply your imagination, nothing but a lie

the bump in the night you thought you heard
nothing but paranoia, your reality is becoming blurred

those dark thoughts invading your mind
sanity is not something you are about to find

the voices they are dark, and they refuse to leave your mind
your feeling like this life is something you need to leave behind

the end is coming closer, the voices becoming louder
had you acted like you were normal, you could have made your parents prouder

“you do not belong here, this place does not want you”
the things these voices tell you, they really are not true

all you had to do was open up
these dark voices are extremely corrupt

to be alive, to laugh and cry
it still wont happen if you choose to die

stay with me, ill make you safe
stay with these demons and your mind will only chafe

come with me, we'll go away
we will tell the demons they can not stay

let me into the deepest parts
together we can repair each others damaged hearts
for the one plagued by green
 Jun 2016 H J St
cass
666
 Jun 2016 H J St
cass
666
Your are the most delicate rose, and the most deadly sea
You were born by hate, and live by greed

Your laughter is the harsh winter wind
Your breath, it is the most bitter cold

When you awake from your sleep
It is one of us who will sink down deep

You will drag us under for all our sins
While we are filled with so much hope in our last minutes

But its useless we know, you have made up your mind
There is no hope, at least none that we will find

Goodbye to all we love, hello to all we hate
All you need to do is leave your heart and soul at the gate
 Jun 2016 H J St
cass
Together alone
 Jun 2016 H J St
cass
Another night in this waste of a thing called life
Another night of paper fun

Another night pretending we are friends
I need to know if this will ever end

Nothing more than substance and material
We get so **** high, we start to feel imperial

Looking down on the ones who are real
We mistake our highs, as the ability to feel

We know we wont amount to much, we know we wont go far
Our wasted lives are spent getting wasted at the bar

Feelings only come with the substances we consume
Together here we are, but so alone in this packed room
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