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What happens at 1:11 in the lateness of the night,
in the brew of early dew

All thoughts fall silent, almost peaceful now
And the bitterness of the day has come and passed

You only sit and listen to these whispers of the night,
And dream of dreams without ever turning off the light
For the darkness holds the living, not the dead,
And wouldn't you want to be here instead?
I feel trapped
like I can't escape
whether it be this room, this town, or this wake

Whatever it is; there's no way out
and its suffocating to feel so much doubt;
to dream, so much,
yet have nothing to say

Because the meds work too well
and I can never remember myself
for any thought, I might have had,
has now become lost far in the past

So here I exist, alone, in the now
never lost but never found
anchored down, gagged and bound
waiting 'til hell's end comes dancing 'round
i try to set my mind aright
but thoughts and feelings,
know I'm wrong
for I sleep no more at night

too dumb to falter
too weak for help
reach to grasp
that which is never felt
maybe you will understand and maybe you won't
but there is this feeling
it's not a good one and not always bad

where you feel something is about to happen
but you don't even know what;
in a position where left is right and right is wrong
and you're ****** if you do and ****** if you don't

it feels lonely
suspended in a dreadful feeling that something is terribly wrong
choosing a fate you do not know with a choice you don't even have
its these dreams, I fear, that are making me distant
A feeling so nothing but everything as well
seeps to your heart
then buries your lungs
making you fickle and pale

An emptiness so bare you can't even describe
of rotten smell
and nature's quell
only dust is left behind

A vacant stare
A man-set snare
A jet black mare
Sending you to slaughter
I never really told the truth
The truth of that stainful night
When the clock struck two,
and, I, overdue,
Slipped right through the light

To darkness, I laid bound
And in life, they still surround
These faintly solid figures
That only my mind configures
I wish I could be rid them

So, I always go back to that day
When I watched my brain be splayed
And I wonder what I could have done
If, instead, I used a gun
Hauntings for All Hallows' Eve
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