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mike Nov 2016
i havent used my brain in a while.
but i still wear a frown upsidedown.
mike Nov 2016
the dead crying baby's
in your head, crying baby.
mike Nov 2016
undress me with your naked eyes
a skeleton can tell no lies
but hide the truth
from sleeping spies
to know nothing
is all thats wise.

i was a suit
was always worn
i knew not what else to adorn
my soul with but that shoty form
ive died and im reborn.
mike Nov 2016
undress me with your naked eyes
a skeleton can tell no lies
but hide the truth
from sleeping spies
to know nothing
is all thats wise.

i was a suit
was always worn
i knew not what else to adorn
my soul with but that shoty form
ive died and im reborn.
mike Nov 2016
theyre trying to
make you
**** yourself.
mike Nov 2016
i don't have rosey cheeks.
i don't have anything like that left.
all i have is the closeness of death.

hungry animals leave the woods
and find a job in the city
just to get away
from my collecting dust.

no one wants to choke.
everyone talks their way out of it.

i build a fire and listen to the echos
of someone else's laugh.

alone. alone.

alone.

a voice that i don't recognize.
a voice that talks the talk.
enough to make me walk for days.

until im lost
until im crazed.

enough to stop trying to see
through the haze.

and see the way
for its many ways.

two competing eyes
in fight for a simple
and complete
vision.

none the more
is less the wise.
mike Nov 2016
i don't have rosey cheeks.
i don't have anything like that left.
all i have is the closeness of death.

hungry animals leave the woods
and find a job in the city
just to get away
from my collecting dust.

no one wants to choke.

i build a fire and listen to the echo's
of someone else's laugh.

a voice that i don't recognize.
a voice that talks the talk.
enough to make me walk for days.

until im lost
until im crazed.

enough to stop trying to see
through the haze.

and see the way
for its many ways.
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