the bed feels like an ocean
your body writhes upon it
giant squid tentacles
winding up from the inky depths
locking around your ankle
rendering the limb useless
an anchor in your dreams
dreams of masked figures
with nets bottling your hopes
and dreams
for their own sick pleasures
put on shelves and made
into a roadside freak show
words like venom
and jeering laughter
nigh time dreamers chained in reality
differences scorned upon
physical or mental
cries of upheaval and revolution
from those that are followed by the
black dog
those that are like rag dolls
trapped in the shell that is
their body
unable to lift their heads
the smothering and stifling cloak
of panic worn by those who suffer anxiety
the grey storm cloud of acid rain
and icy bullets
hovering over the depressed
they are not broken
only flawed
in this world
today
no one is without flaws
insecurities and fear
keep our mouths shut
locked with heavy iron padlocks
weighing the wearer down
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
the bed feels like an ocean
your body writhes upon it
giant squid tentacles
winding up from the inky depths
locking around your ankle
rendering the limb useless
an anchor in your dreams
dreams of masked figures
with nets bottling your hopes
and dreams
for their own sick pleasures
put on shelves and made
into a roadside freak show
words like venom
and jeering laughter
nigh time dreamers chained in reality
differences scorned upon
physical or mental
cries of upheaval and revolution
from those that are followed by the
black dog
those that are like rag dolls
trapped in the shell that is
their body
unable to lift their heads
the smothering and stifling cloak
of panic worn by those who suffer anxiety
the grey storm cloud of acid rain
and icy bullets
hovering over the depressed
they are not broken
only flawed
in this world
today
no one is without flaws
insecurities and fear
keep our mouths shut
locked with heavy iron padlocks
weighing the wearer down