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 Oct 2015 mrmonst3r
nivek
Its the affects you always notice
experiments on a universal time scale
what's a few million years between friends
ancestors used flint arrow heads
now, we use Hell Fire Missiles.
 Oct 2015 mrmonst3r
Brandon Cook
As the day turns to night
The sky turns an eerie black
The sounds of the wild
Comes to a screeching halt
Cursed to relive the nightmare
I soon come to a shocking discovery
There's not enough hours in the day
For the children to come out and play
Mothers tuck in their children
With kisses
And a promise
Of no existent
Monsters under the bed
Or creatures in the closet
With an oath to protect
Against the boogeyman
Miniscule do they know
It's not the monsters
Nor the creatures,
Demons within
Is the real threat
Destined to rob you of your soul
To escape the kingdom below
Wanting nothing more
Then to swallow you whole
Rip you open with claws
Razor sharp like that of a sword
Ruled by blood lust
Fear, anger, triumph
Ruled by the red horned
King himself
             Lucifer!!!
Always for him, never for me
Is what always runs through my head

Always for him, never for me
I wanna fill my brain with lead

Always for him, never for me
Just spit in my face right now

Always for him, never for me
Tie me up and make me drown

Always for him, never for me
Choke me until I black out

Always for him, never for me
Turn my neck into a blood spout

Always for him, never for me
Always for him
*Never for me
Why must you choose him over me?
 Oct 2015 mrmonst3r
jade
Fractured
 Oct 2015 mrmonst3r
jade
We break ourselves,
Trying to become whole.

The countless hours spent
Popping pills,
Smoking,
Drinking.
Just trying to fill in the cracks,
Between my fractured pieces.

Cutting
Crying
It was never enough
It never will be

"Stay strong"
I don't want to anymore.
My body wants to ease into the comfort
Of letting go.

Let me go.
Let me drift off
into the calm unknown void

The pain I cause
trying to mend my broken pieces.
Is no use.
I am broken.

Past the point of "damaged goods"
I've been at the bottom of the clearance bin
Inevitably to be thrown out
If only they'd remember I was here

Tears fall,
Blood oozes,
And I still feel empty.

Let me go
I want to give in.
My fractured soul
Can't be fixed.
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