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I want to evaporate
Disappear into the great
Black obysss.
Into the night sky
So clear and sure
Twinkling and sparkling
Moon dust in my hair
I dance with death,
He spins me and twirls me.
He's my puppet master
He's dangling my life
By a silken shimmering silver thread.
He kisses my neck,
And my chapped parted lips
Forever screaming silent pleas
Someone, anyone,
Save me from the nothing
I've slowly become.
I'm done with dancing,
I've grown to tired to keep going,
Take me with death.
I'm done with dancing.
My heart aches and yearns,
For a past that will never return.
A life I can never have,
A family I've lost,
Somewhere in this journey.
I'm done with dancing.
My mind bleeds
Forever asking me why do stay.
It'd be so easy. To just slip away.
To forget the reasons why,
I should never pull the trigger.
And be selfish. And just do it.
I'm done with dancing.
My soul is screaming and careening.
I don't know who I am anymore.
I've lost my way and myself.
I'm tortured by demons
Ever present. Ever there.
Whispering in my ear,
They tell me what to do.
I'm done with dancing.
I shake the moon dust from my hair.
It'll melt in hell anyway.
:/
 Apr 2014 mosquitoism
Triiniity
How
would you
feel if I
left you to dry
and all of the sudden
it began raining on you?
I bet you would
hate me as
I do
you.
20 words
 Apr 2014 mosquitoism
hannah way
Her
 Apr 2014 mosquitoism
hannah way
Her
Her                   Her
Mind often      Demons laughed
Wanders to     And chased her
Places that       To quests she
Railroads         Could not defeat.
Could not            
Reach.
h.w.
 Apr 2014 mosquitoism
Auss
irishness
 Apr 2014 mosquitoism
Auss
The three best cures for any issue
1. A good beer
2. A good nights sleep
3. A good laugh

Is only weird If it don't work
 Apr 2014 mosquitoism
Ianna Gayle
I asked for your hands
You gave me knives

I asked for the truth
You gave me lies

I asked for laughter
I was given cries

I asked for honesty
I was awakened by infidelity

I asked for hope
I was given ropes

I asked for a little rest
I was given death
 Apr 2014 mosquitoism
Mike Hauser
Why...
Does someone take their burning pain
And share it with the innocent

Why...
Does the pain that brings tragedy
Always take us by surprise

Why...
Trade evil for evil
And share it with the unfortunate

Why...
Leave behind the broken heart
That can do no more than cry
My heart goes out to all those whose lives have been changed and taken from all the senseless killings as of late...
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