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638 · Jun 2013
An Honest Man's Suicide.
Neves Wilson Jun 2013
The riverside, a cliff, none of these would do,,
For, an honest man wanting suicide, needs nothing but the truth.

With his foolish words, he digs a hole, tells her shes a keeper,,
With every noble, honest word, he digs himself down deeper.
What is honest, what is right? The honest man decides
To tell it all, the whole, full truth, with his grave beside.

I wonder if tomorrow, were the true day that I died
would she remember me, for at least the fact that i tried...
431 · Aug 2013
Bellow
Neves Wilson Aug 2013
come,
come bellowing
down, the sun shall cast
on your frown, my son
your worry's end will
come, come
bellowing
down.
409 · Apr 2013
Intertwining Tale Of All
Neves Wilson Apr 2013
Life is like a connected lie,
every day goes by, we try
We all know, That we lie
Never would we admit, that we all cry.

How would it feel, to feel like you, trapped in your world of acceptance?
I see the true colours masked with your rainbow, Grey it is, through my perception.
I wonder how you cope, with a drink? A smoke? its all the same in the end,
Best to breathe in the thick green smoke, than the poisoned air we all drown in.
Neves Wilson Jun 2013
The more I love, the more I hurt. But the pain should fade, right?
The more I think about not hurting, the more i hurt, sometimes all night.
If love rules all, and my love's gone, do I rule nothing? do I not rule?
Every great ruler, had seemed to fall, so why would i want to rule anyhow?

Maybe I would feel useful, maybe feel some love, not that fake warm feeling preachers say comes from above.
Love me, as I do you, or don't, it won't matter
ill always remember how hard i wanted to forget how much my love meant nothing,
I'm hurt, but still, I love you even though I know your love for me will never grow.
372 · Jun 2013
Shadows are the Brightest.
Neves Wilson Jun 2013
The shadow of my growing pain, will cast upon your helping hand,
But fear not, friend, i'll rise again, until it's meant to be the end.

On the lights, they flicker bright, it's make believe, what we can see,
But turn them off, and hold your breath, for shadows cast the strongest beams.

Get on that horse, the light would say, as dawn would fade the lightest
At the moon's appearence, you see what's real, For shadows are the Brightest.
Neves Wilson Apr 2013
Why did i ever look? All it took was a glance, i was hooked.
Like a fish out of water, i had no next move, could'nt do it.
It wasn't unlike a story found in the books, As soon as i saw
her beautiful smile, just like that, before i even knew it.

Many a day spent, with nothing to say, just looking.
Taking note of every beautiful feature, kept her in my mind.
Why did my eyes ever catch this creature so sublime, ****!
She said, hello, And Just Like That, I Was Stuck.
304 · Apr 2013
That one night.
Neves Wilson Apr 2013
That one day, we'll call it the end, that's what it really was
Where the tip met the flame, when her skin met the amber.
I wouldn't of known why, but she had taught me well
Maybe i shouldn't of asked, maybe life would've been easier.

Distractions thrown my way, i saw past it all
I saw the man who was the cause, climbing over the wall.
Running from troubles he had brought on to us himself
Just another piece of junk she had found on the bargain shelf.

I always loved her and I always will, its him I still want dead
If only i had the will, I would've killed him as i played it over many times in my head.
He ran away so far and fast that he took her soul with him,
Consoling wasn't enough, to heal us from that one night that changed everything.
296 · Apr 2013
Still, She Tries.
Neves Wilson Apr 2013
Night and day, go or stay?
seems another week has passed
A shot, a drink, a needle in her veins
seems another month she lasts

Never ceasing, to try her best
everything stays the same
The shot, the drink, the pain of love itself
outweighs the amount of time her little heart had sustained

Her son, the picture of the key
unlocking the door to her soul
The small hand that holds her back, while she travels down the dead end road
still she holds, still she keeps, still she tries, for me.
262 · Aug 2013
Untitled
Neves Wilson Aug 2013
sharp, sharp is
your life
long and jagged, as a knife,
see the point?
No, you are my sharp
while now we're done
now you're gone, to me.
the blade of life has run its sharp sharp course upon my mind
while now the tip, has broken,
the point is
gone, gone is
our life.

— The End —