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Mack Aug 2017
I found God today,
Found him in a girl I wish would stay
Baby I’m so awful,
Like she likes it.
I’m ten cents to change,
Like a dog with mange.
Pick her up at four,
I’m sleeping on the bathroom floor.
When I mess up,
Will she find someone to surpass me with better luck?
And when I fall,
I find it’s awful lonely at the bottom after all
So when I crawl
Back to the surface, will you tell them all?
That I’m not dead, I’m only lost.
A forgotten land is not so far off.
I wish I was clean like you,
I wish I could find the things that are true.
I wish I was clever
I don’t want to be alone forever
I don’t like the songs I write from my head,
She doesn’t like the beautiful things I said.
I told her I wouldn’t write sad songs
I said I wouldn’t write sad songs
Mack Aug 2017
The mirror on the wall may as well **** me,
What stares back is not at all what I wanted to be.
My head’s not held high,
My wings of hope are stripped, and I’ll no longer fly.

They rolled me in bubble wrap and locked me in this box.
Foxes- yet they call themselves cops.
They stamped the box and labeled me “FRAGILE”.
Ripped me of my dignity and cursed me all this while.

It’s just feeding with the wolves-
The lambs come and they devour them whole.
FRAGILE- their little bones break.
I didn’t see it before, but now I think I’m awake.

So as it goes, they stack the boxes against the wall.
Shut away from reality in a little room at the end of the hall.
The wolves feed with foxes, they prey on the lambs.
And though the fox might not ****, there’s enough blood on his hands.

File away the papers, and they’ll deem it so,
As long as they’re quiet, than no one shall know.
Toss out the keys so the cries go unheard,
After all, there’s no reason to ***** the rest of the herd.

A lamb corrupted grows to a sheep,
Stripped of her wool, she no longer sleeps.

If you speak for her cause,
You already know that all hope is lost.
You’ve seen it before, or taken a blow to the head
Or something much worse and you wish you were dead.
Mack Aug 2017
Let it all run down- The Fall.
It drags me- Turns me around.
Let the light of your eyes flicker and dim-
The color of your face is looking so grim.
This endless void moves me- A voice that could ****.
If you listen closely, you might hear these voices still.
Listen to their screams-
Are they yours or are they mine?
The answers are so empty- So troublesome to find.
So tell me- If we were to stand at the edge of the Earth,
Would we jump or would we turn back?
Or would we beg to the sky for a different path?
Lean close and listen to my whispers,
Watch the thought as the idea decays and withers.
I see in colors.
You see in red.
I want to live.
You’d rather be dead.
Walk to the mirror, study the lines in your face.
Will they reflect the truth of your fate?
Is it wrong- Or is it right?
Truth is an evil enemy to fight.
Sit, my friend- feel the noose around your neck.
Tell me know, just what have you got left?
Move to the corner, feel these walls with your fingertips.
Hold still as your heart speeds and skips.
Stare through the window. Are the summer skies blue?
Or does April rain and darkness still hinder your view?
If I told you my name, would you know where I’ve been?
Would you see me as your hope to escape this cruel end?
Move your fingertips softly over my skin-
Am I enough for you to give and accept this sin?
I am real. I am real. I am real.
Will you let me in?
You could stop the rain, if only for a moment-
I beg you child- Keep your innocence...Don’t disown it.
Is it so much of a crime to look into my eyes?
What is it about me that you so deeply despise?
I am yourself after all,
So long as you let yourself fall.
Pain is a simple, delicate taste.
It is the only true feeling for which you and I have been faced.
Hold still and try to hold in your screams-
Trust in me. I will follow your dreams.
Lean back to me and close your eyes.
Dark intentions are tough to recognize.
The time is here for which youth parts,
Life and Death is a measly game.
The only true Justice will be found in the aftermath of your shame.
You are real. You are real. You are real.
Join with me, we’ll vow as one.
I will lead you away from darkness when our time here is done.
Revert to thought and seek the Armageddon within me.
I am the only one who can set you free.
You’ve reached the end- There is no turning back.
Leave this place where the river runs red and the skies are black.
One day, you will find love. No more hate.
Follow destiny and you will escape this fate.
Return to the arms of a friend.
Get out now, and we’ll make our amends.

Run before the world ends.
I've debated on publishing this one.
Mack Aug 2017
07
I’m tired and this drama is making me sick.
I won’t even try- Just throw your bricks.
Everything you said was right about me.
I need sleep but I’d rather drown in the sea.
I’d swallow another bottle and go back to bed,
But I can’t fall asleep when the light hurts my head.
If only I had something to believe in,
Then maybe I wouldn’t let this poison under my skin.
You’re no more than us, but I’m only less,
I’m the lies that lay underneath your dress.
They asked me why I threw it all away,
I told them I was bound to sometime anyways.
Won’t someone save me?
(No, I’m vile.)
Is this the only way to set myself free?
(I’m not worth your while.)
I just ask that you bite my tongue out of my mouth so I know,
When you’re through with me so I can let myself go.
“I need another savior on my cross again.”
I am not the angel your faith meant to send.
I’m secondhand smoke,
Filling your lungs and overwhelming until you choke.
I guess my hurt has no healing.
I’ll do my best to drown out the feeling.
You’ve got all your poisons in a row,
So when I don’t wake up…
You won’t know.
Mack Aug 2017
Hello,
It’s been awhile.
It’s funny how things turn out so strange.
You were right about me.
It’s funny to see how much I’ve changed.
This is who I’d rather be.
I haven’t missed you.
You haven’t missed me either.
It’s funny how things fall in two.
I’ll take both, you take neither.
Mack Aug 2017
The summer winds blew as rapidly as the rush of a river,
When my love met their demise on the darkest night of November.
Not even the greatest soldiers saw the pain coming from a million miles away,
Yet the final battle took my heart and my love as God’s early prey.
Now these days I’m left to sit and cry against the sunrise,
For each new day brings new heartache.
This house is empty and my bedside is cold.
My love is gone and I’m left without a hand to hold.
Their clothes are untouched...I’ve left each belonging in place.
Then I spend the night alone, I still picture their face.
I shall fear to ever find another lover,
My heart belongs to no other.
Here alone, I feel nothing but sorrow.
My lover is gone.
Their heart no longer beats for mine.
Mack Aug 2017
I know you’ve caught me staring.
Sometimes it makes me feel so blue.
And I’ll be first to admit that I’m most far from daring.
In the midst of it all, I’ve only wanted one chance with you.
Sometimes it’s as simple as a song that brings you into my head,
But your angelic melodies are always just out of my reach ahead.
You remind me of the soft colors of Fall.
Bright and ever so blissful.
When I think about it, I tend to trip over my every word.
But despite any doubt from others, I’m sure.
You’re just so valuable.
And I, at times, I’m just so shallow.
You’re an angel with wings as pure as your heart.
I’m just the toxins in the poison of the dart.
I’ve got wounds that time will never heal,
But if I can wrap yours, I might just remember what it’s like to feel…
Alive.
I’ve went weeks without sleep, keeping this in,
But I’ll be here waiting, for something new to begin.
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