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Aug 2019 · 740
Drifting Tides
Unfortunately,
I'm stuck in the sea
Between you and me.

I swim relentlessly towards you,
but the sea never ends.

Tick tock and I forgot whom I'm longing for, and I'm lost in an unrelenting ocean of dread and misery.

Not knowing my starting point nor my destination, I find myself drowning in my own desolation.

I hear my name echo like thunder,
But the song of your voice resonates no more.
It lost its magic.

With all that surrounds me I feel nothing but blue. My mind no longer recalls what it means to be "Me and You".

Maybe had we met half way,
I'd still know who you are.
Jan 2017 · 684
Anxiety
Anxiety... the bane to my existence
At the opportune time opposing my resistance.
Dragging me into an uncontrollable state of stress,
Where I stand idle, where I'm a mess.

All my insecurities resurface, and
I think that I can't handle this,
That I'm not that great after all.
That I'm not desirable in the eyes of all.

So I stand silent in desolation
In a state of isolation.
Where I wonder who would put up,
With this mishap of creation...

That happens to be me.
Nov 2016 · 1.1k
In Sempiterna Solitudine
In perpetual solitude I linger in the shadows.
Fragmented in which pieces to me are unbeknownst... unrecognisable.

Am I who I was or am I nothing but a memory of what I once were? Something other than me. A corrupted part of my insanity.

Maybe I am nothing more than lifeless flesh, rotting in perpetual solitude.
Aug 2016 · 852
A Kiss
Tingling feelings in your chest,
A buzzing euphoria in your head.

The heavy breaths that fill your lungs.
The warmth of a touch long longed-for.

Lip to lip, a magic trick...

So easy to conjure
yet so difficult to come by,
A kiss, A kiss that's what I miss... in this lonely life of mine.

Two hearts racing in syncope,
Two souls combined.
The adrenaline rush...
A feeling undefined.

Yes truly inexplicable,
Yet sometimes described,
As hundreds of fireworks
exploding in your mind.
Jan 2016 · 714
Caged
I'm wasting my young years,
Living in a cage of my own making.
Walking in the midst of dark shadows,
In the silence through the meadows
I feel disconnected from reality,
Far from the world's true letality

I'm somewhere in between worlds,
A place without rules or rulers
A place without good and evil
Without any.... upheaval

It is in this place that I can be,
Be my true self, my mind set free
Thoughts run free, like horses in a meadow
In the midst of this dark shadow
May 2015 · 1.2k
Double-Cross Demons
Let thy soul into the darkness delve,
Where thou looses all thyself, ...Where;
slithering serpents slay so silent,
Like death's deadly scythe.

Deranged demon's deathly snare
Snatching people, unaware,
With such sweet nectar they thou compel,
So that willingly, thy soul thou sell.

A wolf in sheep's skin,
Juggling the lives of men's kin,
As if they were nothing,
but a game to win.
May 2015 · 666
The Devil Within
From within the darkest depths of my heart,
I feel it creeping start.
Shivers run across my spine
With every tick of the clocks passing time.

Slowly, slowly myself I loose,
doing things I do not choose.
My eyes turn dark, like a cloudy night
My skin turns pale, like the moon shining bright.

I hear a whisper from deep inside;
That tells me to ******, whom ever it decide.
And even though I wish not to comply,
Whatever it says, do shall I.
Mar 2015 · 3.2k
Blackhole in my chest
I feel a deep void inside my chest,
where I once felt my heart.
That heart that once bet in my chest,
now can't restart.

It's dead and the hole it left;
***** joy like a black hole.
This life has shattered its core,
No wonder it beats no more.
Mar 2015 · 935
Anima Perduta
Eversince my heart stopped beating,
My life just keeps repeating.
I can feel nothing, no sorrow, no pain;
There is something I just can't regain.

Life seems so out of reach, and;
Yet I still walk.
I eat flesh and blood just like my own,
Not knowing what is right or wrong.
Feb 2015 · 2.1k
Faded
My skies look dark,
for my stars have long faded before they could shine.
Feb 2015 · 13.6k
Witch Hunt
Tingling thoughts of ******,
dangling through the branches of trees
As if dread from an uncertain past;
further floats among the living effigies.

A whisper from long ago still echoes,
where people dare not put foot.
A place, where time slows
A place where men once stood.

— The End —